Ao Zhou stole a look at the words on the Sage Page and quickly understood them.
The first stanza said that Kunlun towered in majestic grandeur, vast and boundless, as though it had broken open the sky and stretched across heaven and earth. Enduring through the ages, it had witnessed every spring, summer, autumn, and winter of the world.
In winter, the endless snow-covered peaks of Kunlun Mountain resembled a million jade dragons, cold spilling from them to freeze the entire world.
In summer, the ice and snow melted into water, and Kunlun Mountain, the source of the rivers, sent waterways everywhere flooding disastrously. People drowned, finding their graves in the bellies of fish.
Who could judge Kunlun Mountain's merits and sins? Who had the right to close its coffin and pass a final verdict?
After reading the whole stanza, Ao Zhou sucked in a cold breath and looked up at Fang Yun. Worthy indeed of being the Human Race's foremost Half-Sage! Such soaring grandeur-he regarded everyone else as beneath notice, declaring outright that none of the countless humans had the right to judge Kunlun Mountain's merits and sins.
If no one else had the right, then who did?
Ao Zhou immediately realized that Fang Yun would probably be the one to judge Kunlun Mountain's merits and faults next!
Back then, Confucius had merely climbed Mount Tai and found the world small beneath him. Now that Fang Yun had taken Kunlun as his subject, how magnificent would his ambition be?
The dragon scales all over Ao Zhou's body trembled faintly, not from anger this time, but from overwhelming excitement.
Even though he was only a flood dragon, neither a true dragon nor a human, he eagerly awaited the unprecedented Sacred Way Battle Poem of the Human Race appearing before his