Are the Stars Prettier, or Am I?

Vasha let out a soft laugh, crisp and pleasant, like silver bells swaying in the wind. She seemed to see through Situ Xuan's embarrassment. Her slender little hand loosened from his waist, then swept lightly through the air.

The entire small plane of Dragon Valley began to shake.

The whole space was trembling.

The mountains suspended in midair began to sway, the dragon bones in the Dragon Tomb began to shudder, and countless fine cracks appeared across the ground.

Those cracks spread in every direction from the core of the Dragon Tomb, extending all the way to the edge of the small plane. The Dragon Souls sleeping within the dragon remains in Dragon Valley were jolted out. They burst from the bones and circled above Dragon Valley, letting out sharp cries of grief.

Vasha formed a seal with both hands before her. Her ten fingers fluttered so quickly they left afterimages, every movement carving an orange-yellow streak of light through the air.

Those streaks intertwined in midair, forming a vast star map, with every star within it corresponding to a star in the sky.

The stars high above answered her summons. Silver-white, golden, orange-red, sky-blue—starlight of countless colors poured down from the heavens, illuminating the entire small plane of Dragon Valley as bright as day.

That starlight came crashing down violently like countless pillars of light, piercing through Dragon Valley's dome, through the rock layers of the Dragon Tomb, through the dragon remains that had slept for ten thousand years.

The small plane of Dragon Valley let out a wail. It sounded like a dying beast howling, like shattered glass colliding, like broken strings trembling.

This tomb of elegies, hastily created to carry the deaths of the Dragon Race from countless tens of thousands of years ago, collapsed completely at