A golden dragon descended from the heavens, bathed in the radiant glow spilling from the shattered clouds, appearing before the world with an awe-inspiring presence.
This was a creature from legends, recorded in the histories of various factions since the Ancient Era. Rumors of dragons occasionally circulated throughout the world, yet they were more than mere legends. All manner of mysterious, inexplicable traces left by dragons seemed to prove that these powerful beings had always existed in this world—according to Anviya, these were simply the pastimes of dragons who came to Tianlan Continent when they were bored. They lingered at the edge of civilization, observing the changes of the world in a detached manner. They had been doing so since the Ancient Era, never interfering with the course of history.
From peak cultivators of formidable strength to ordinary folk in the streets and markets, everyone had heard of this mysterious race. Some had even actively sought out the existence of dragons, trying to find concrete proof that dragonkind truly existed. For all sorts of reasons, they attempted to communicate and establish contact with these powerful creatures, but every effort ultimately ended in failure.
Aside from scattered records in ancient texts passed down from the Ancient Era to the present day, no imperial dynasty or sect force had ever truly come into contact with dragonkind. No one had ever openly declared the existence of dragons, either.
Until today.
Dragon wings cleaved through the clouds, and morning light gleamed across the horizon. At the moment dawn gathered, the dragon descended here.
The golden dragon suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision in her enormous form. The impact she brought was so overwhelming that no one knew how to react. They stared blankly at the sky, their pupils reflecting the awe-inspiring scene above.