"In the world, there were no dragons at first. It was only through the resolute heart of pursuit that one became a dragon..."
In a trance, Hong Li seemed to see an old man, standing alone on a cliff, staring up at the vast expanse of Heaven and Earth, and peering down at the abundance of all living beings, holding the universe in one heart, and with a single thought, fostering the spirits of myriad creatures.
And it was this old man who was slowly recounting the story of the dragon.
"In the beginning of Primordial Times, who spoke of the way? Ants and mayflies all drowned in the sea. The Saint Spirit with innate gifts revealed its mysteries, and thus the heroes began to cultivate Xuan Ming."
Hong Li: "..."
There's really no need for you to play the role of a storyteller.
Hong Li internally ranted like crazy, but of course, her rant was of no use; the voice in her mind continued.