Huoyan Valley.
The Library.
Jiang Yan leaned against the windowsill. Sunlight streamed down from the sky, falling on the ancient book in his hands:
"According to legend, in the near-ancient era, before the Great Dry Imperial Dynasty was established, an evil True Dragon descended upon the world, wreaking havoc and unleashing an endless slaughter."
"Later, a Great Being of the Human Race made a move, using a palm technique that descended from the heavens to suppress that evil True Dragon."
"After the True Dragon died, its blood flowed across the earth, eventually forming the Zhenlong River."
"The place where its head lay is now the site of Zhenlong Prefecture City."
Jiang Yan's expression remained calm as he read through the contents of the book. With a casual wave, it flew back to its original spot.
"What utter nonsense. True Dragons are among the most powerful beings in this world. What Great Being of the Human Race could suppress one with a flip of the palm? It's absurd."
He shook his head, carefully piecing things together. "Still, since the book identifies Zhenlong Prefecture, the account may be based on hearsay, but it probably didn't come from thin air."
"Perhaps a Dragon Beast rampaged during the near-ancient era and was eventually killed by a Great Being of the Human Race."
"If that's the case, then the past makes a little more sense."
Ever since Huoyan Valley had appointed him as a guest elder, Jiang Yan had stayed there, overseeing the disciples as they forged materials for the formation.
In his spare time, he would come to the Library to pass the time.
Today, Jiang Yan had finally found something that interested him.
"If my deduction is right, then the Zhenlong River, which borders Moyun Prefecture and Zhenlong Prefecture, may really have buried