The great beast's voice echoed across the entire Far North Arctic Ocean.
Yet no living creature answered her. No intelligent beings lived here.
Besides, even if there were any.
She had already slumbered for endless ages. Those long, ancient eras had all faded away, making it even less likely that anyone would recognize her.
Across the boundless surface of the deep-blue ocean.
The great beast did not lift her body out of the icy sea. Only her enormous head remained exposed as she opened her eyes and surveyed the world before her with a hint of wariness.
This was her habit.
Countless ages ago, she had already mastered the art of "lying low." She never stirred up trouble and never acted if she could avoid it.
And even when she had no other choice, she would never act without being ninety-nine percent certain of success!
Friends from her own era had once said she lacked an edge, that she lacked the courage to charge forward without looking back.
She had dismissed it all with disdain.
Staying alive was victory. While you flourished, I would "lie low"; when you declined, I would remain as ever.
Neither competing nor contending, she had relied on her undying longevity to outlast generation after generation of living beings.
And earned herself the name of an "old undying one" of her era!
That was also why she had survived until now.
Up close, the Dragon could be heard muttering in a clear, pleasant female voice.
"When the epochal tribulation struck, I quietly left hiding spot number nine and went to hiding spot number three hundred and thirty-six, which I'd spent hundreds of years carefully selecting. Right here."
The great beast lowered her head to glance beneath her. Despite her enormous size, she astonishingly made not the