**The wooden pillars of the ancient temple, where dragons and cranes live, are nourished by the aura of thousands of years, and finally lead to the opportunity of ascension. However, the promise of Shenlong is no match for the fear of the enemy. **
The dragon was sawed down, the dragon wept with blood, and the crane died! A dragon eats its owner and escapes. It cuts off its tail and leaves behind its hatred. Its resentment soars into the sky. In an instant, heavy rain pours down, the mountains and rivers whimper, and thousands of miles of fertile fields become a country.
**The other dragon, however, chose a completely different path amid the violence of its companions and the mournful cry of the crane. ** Its beak was not stained with blood, and its wooden pillar was not damaged. It only let out a heavy sigh that penetrated through the years. The dragon's body was freed from the wood, like smoke and mist, carrying the afterglow of thousands of years of practice and the unfinished Taoist fruits, and resolutely plunged into the deep ancient well that swallowed the light, without leaving a trace.
