The myth of mountains and seas has long since withered, and the entire Internet laughed at the strange beasts I wrote about as mere pheasants that had lost their feathers—until the realm of mountains and seas came, and the tyrannical Zhu Yan crushed half the city.
I bit my fingertips and wrote in the void: [Zhu Yan, violated the rules of heaven, cut off the sacred bones, and demoted him to a stone figurine.
Thousands of feet of golden light crashed down from the clouds, and the ferocious beast knelt down, turning into rock inch by inch.
The whole network is in trouble, they don't know that in the yellowed ancient scroll in my sleeve, Yinglong is sleeping, Zhulong is holding his breath - and I can rewrite the fate of all gods.
