Dragon Burning

This world has more than one level. The parts you can see - going to and from get off work, eating and sleeping, news broadcasts, supermarket discounts - are just the surface. Digging deeper, there are people with the blood of mythical beasts flowing on their bodies, some whose ancestors signed contracts with monsters, and some who are guarding a seal deep in the mountains that no one can ever approach. This layer of stuff is all over the world. There are six major families in the Eastern Island Kingdom: the bloodline is divided into hidden blood, aware blood, true blood, and direct blood. The cultivation is divided into five levels. The strong one can transform into a beast and summon phantoms, and the weak one can be unconscious for life. The mainland across the sea has an official management organization: there are establishments, regulations, and registration systems. The inheritors of dragon blood are hidden in the crowd. They are Yinglong, Qilin, and Phoenix. Their names sound scary, but they have to go to work and pay taxes. Sleeping mythical beasts huddle under famous mountains and rivers, gods watch the world through barriers above the sky, monsters turn into human forms and walk the streets, and ferocious beasts are sealed deep in the earth's veins, turning over every few hundred years. But ordinary people know nothing about all this. Someone climbed over an iron fence and met someone he shouldn't have met. Her name is Ling, and she has been imprisoned for thirteen years. She doesn't know sweetness, and she doesn't know what her name is. He brought her a candy. He didn't know that Ying Long's blood was flowing in his body. Eighty-one ancestors were waiting for him in the water mirror. And the cracks opened by that sugar are spreading from the island to the mainland, from the ground to the sky. He only has one sentence: She is worth a name, and he will take a road from which he cannot go back.