The Long River was like a dragon. With nothing more than a simple sweep of its tail, every measure imposed upon it—imperial vessels, Yujing Mountain, Southern Heaven Masters...—scattered like splashing water droplets.
The Nine Garrisons of the Long River, which had suppressed the Long River for hundreds of thousands of years, seeming as though they could endure forever.
Were, astonishingly, not rooted along the Long River's banks at all. They could be lifted away!
Before Ao Shuyi accomplished this... no one had known.
Many things people believed would never change were perhaps merely waiting for their time to change. Where was anything everlasting?
At this moment, the Long River reared up across ten thousand miles, and the Divine Continent rocked.
It was as though mountains had been torn up by their roots and waters had been drained of their veins. The myriad heavens and worlds could all feel The Present World trembling.
Before the Divine Firmament had opened, all sides were already stirring restlessly.
The next instant, dragon roars shook heaven and earth!
The sound came neither from the Long River nor from the Dragon Lord.
Listening closely, it was not one cry, but two.
One high and ringing, one low and deep; one light and nimble, one weighty and solemn. The two contradictory dragon roars blended in perfect harmony, chasing and pursuing one another, contending yet resounding together.
From the lands of the central provinces, a banner suddenly unfurled!
It was as though a stretch of sky had been pulled down.
The banner flew high, the north wind howled fiercely. Embroidered upon it were two entwined wandering dragons, one black and one white. Their bodies formed lines that divided the banner, shaping the profound and wondrous form of duality. When the banner fully unfurled, the sky itself had already