Year of the Rising Horizon, 99,995th year — Tianlong Sect, Discipline Wing.
For most students, evenings were a time to rest.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1YRVTLBB06
For Sheng Linyue (Yuzhen), however, it was punishment hour.
After classes, when others rushed to the training fields or the courtyards, she made her reluctant way to the library — a vast chamber filled with cold silence and the faint scent of ink. Across the long table sat Xing Liuyue, calm as ever, reading quietly under the golden lamplight.
Linyue, who could never stay still for long, tapped her brush impatiently.
“I don’t want to be kept in one place,” she muttered, pouting.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWP126zSKN1
But there was no escaping it — ten repetitions of the Sect’s ten thousand rules.
Liuyue didn’t even look up.
“Then you should not have caused trouble in class,” he said simply.
That calm voice only made her grip the brush tighter.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMfd3ioNNfL
Still, beneath her annoyance, something about his focus drew her in — like the stillness before a storm.
The next day’s morning lecture gathered all students in the Hall of Founding.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Ko1Ya9H1G
The topic: The Origin of Tianlong Sect.
The instructor, an elder with a voice like rolling thunder, began,
“The Sect was founded 99,995 years ago, by the Long Patriarch’s line.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlIjYBWIJPD
The Patriarch had two sons — the elder, Long Wei, and the younger, Long Jianxu.”
He paused, letting the names settle.
“Wei was born without dragon power. Jianxu, however, possessed the might of the Celestial Dragon — a dragon without bone, but with a radiant Dragon Core in the mind. The Patriarch loved both sons, but in different ways. Guilt and pride wove a quiet tragedy.”
As he spoke, the students sat spellbound.
“When the Patriarch died, Jianxu inherited the title. Yet resentment, long buried, erupted. In his rage, he cast out his elder brother — shattered his bones, broke his spirit, and banished him from the clan.”
A hush fell.
“That very night, a surge of golden power erupted across the heavens.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCSZKPXkQu1
Long Wei, broken and bleeding, awakened as the First Golden Dragon.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjy2MrNbhuh
The Sect you now stand in was born from his awakening.”
When the lesson ended, a hand rose — Huo Liangfeng.
“But, Teacher, isn’t there an old saying that Long Wei founded Tianlong Sect, while Long Jianxu founded Heiwu Sect?”
Another student, Long Wenxi, added,
“There are also stories that both Jianxu and Wei — along with Wei’s daughter — disappeared together.”
Murmurs filled the hall.
Feng Zihan snorted.
“You idiots actually believe such rumors?. That Long Wei's father was killed by the heiwu sect. Then how can Long Jianxu be the founder.”
Linyue glared back.
“Then you intelligent fool, what do you believe?”
The teacher slammed his palm against the table, silencing them.
“Enough! Zihan — one more word, and you will not step foot in this hall again.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1aBXC3BN4P
And Linyue—do you want another ten rounds of copying the rules?”
Both immediately lowered their heads.
“We apologize,” they said in unison.
Outside the class, a quiet chuckle broke the tension. Xing Lianchen, elder of the Xing Clan, had been listening the entire time. Entering, he addressed the curious students.
“You are all correct,” he said with a faint smile.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdRAECWA38s
“There is evidence that Long Wei, Long Jianxu, and Wei’s daughter vanished on the same day. However…”15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTsOLd9vGJT
He raised a finger, voice softening.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Yxmyy7pA7
“There is no proof that Jianxu founded the Heiwu Sect. History is written by those who survive—and in their case, none did.”
He looked toward Linyue, then to Liuyue at the back of the room, who listened silently.
“Remember, young ones — legends are born from truth, but shaped by belief.”
And with that, the class was dismissed.
As the students filed out, Xing Lianchen remained behind, gazing out the window toward the distant peaks where clouds coiled like dragons. His voice was low, carried only by the wind:
“When brothers turn to dragons, the sky weeps gold.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG3FaUJK5W2
When love turns to wrath, even gods grow cold.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt0eIFwoCUH
Blood may bind, but pride divides —15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Br7swS4yF
and from ruin, history hides.”
and then Add to home screen.