In the distant archaic age.
The Dragon Court that dominated the primordial wilderness was teetering in the wind and rain. Beneath the afterglow of the setting sun, the last Imperial Dynasty was wreathed in beacon smoke on every side. War and slaughter filled the world, and a bloody calamity swept across all living beings. Because of their appearance and origins, the Half-Dragon People were destined to be bound to the Dragon Court.
As the great building was about to collapse, conscription notices came year after year without end.
The calamity hung overhead, leaving no choice but to endure it. The slaughter had no end—either you died, or I did.
The number of Half-Dragon People plummeted off a cliff...
At the end of the Dragon Court era, the ancient Kunlun Divine Palace fell amid the flames of war. The Dragon Clan retreated in defeat, and the Half-Dragon People hurriedly relocated their entire race. Amid the chaos, many small tribes failed to keep up.
The Shengping Small World in the archaic age.
The rainy season dragged on, muggy and damp. Months of unbroken rain filled the world with mist that gathered without dispersing, and the peaks rising above the Sea of Mist resembled islands.
Beastly roars rose and fell without pause.
White fog heaved above the forest sea beneath the overcast sky. Suddenly, turbulent air currents rolled up moisture.
A gigantic beast with a wingspan of more than ten zhang glided on the lift...
Its long jaws, packed with dense, sharp teeth, displayed the savagery of a carnivore. Its forelimbs had evolved into broad, brilliantly colored wing membranes.
Its powerful hind claws were suited for hunting, while its long tail maintained its balance in flight. It was an archaic species mixed with faint dragon blood. As it flapped through the rain, water