When the towering Jianmu in the north of the continent lost its golden radiance and began to teeter beneath the uncanny sky, dandelions falling from its branches flew in every direction, carrying the will of the gods. A low growl came from within the dragon's corpse floating above the Eye of Jiuyou in the Western Sea, as if welcoming the gods' arrival.
The supreme authority everyone yearned for lay buried deep in the currents of history. Amid a tangle of blood and hatred, a boy gripping a long staff lifted the corner of time and joined the contest, bearing the hopes of all living beings.
