The borderlands of the Chengyun Great Realm.
A desolate plain somewhere.
A massive city stood there.
This was the stronghold of [Insect], the foremost faction among the Wanderers.
The powerful [Supreme] Huo Hu sat in the hall of honor.
The candlelight blazed brightly.
Below him, his descendants and Insect's powerful figures sat upright, listening to Huo Hu recount the events of the past.
"The Dragonfall Dynasty fell because of that girl known as the [Primordial Patient]."
"She was born sick, the Kindly Father's [human vessel]."
"She brought great terror to the human world."
"She began the Millennial Blood War."
Huo Hu lowered his eyelids, seemingly recalling memories too painful to revisit.
"As for me, I was born naturally."
"I should have been a posthumous child from some household in the Dragonfall Dynasty."
"Later, I became an orphan."
Ruan Yin recalled for a moment. "Honestly, in my memories, the Dragonfall Dynasty was not as powerful as later generations claimed. Perhaps because it was already the dynasty's final years, corruption and chaos had appeared even before the Great Calamity arrived."
"At the time, plagues that had not yet undergone [disease transformation] had already begun sweeping through the outskirts of the Dragonfall Dynasty. The imperial family at the time, the [Si Family]—you know, the Si Family of later years—was not called Si back then. They were called [Yu]."
As Ruan Yin spoke, she seemed to grow a little happier. She had never told anyone these things before.
Zhou Zhi nodded and took out a small notebook from his art domain, beginning to write carefully. "Alright. Please continue."
Ruan Yin was somewhat curious. "What are you doing?"
"Taking notes," Zhou Zhi said. "Whether it is a medical record of an illness or a diary, these are the most effective ways to preserve history