Year of the Rising Horizon, 99,995th year — Two Months Later
Two months had passed since the Tianlong lessons began.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8NQLgwEqLU
The days of laughter, rivalry, and lessons on discipline had settled into rhythm — though some, like Sheng Linyue, never learned to sit still.
The Summons
That afternoon, a message reached Xing Lianchen — an urgent report from the Port City.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwHb42edBef
A “turbulence in the sea,” the messenger said. Nothing more. But Lianchen’s intuition stirred.
Without hesitation, he gathered a team of students —85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRo720SS1et
Sheng Linyue, Xing Liuyue, Xing Rongyue, Feng Lianhua, Feng Zihan, Huo Liangfeng, Long Wenxi, and several others. Among them was Meng Dongrui, a collateral branch disciple of the Sheng Clan — known for his quiet love for Linyue, a love that existed only in dreams.
The Journey
The sea winds were cold as they descended toward the coastal cliffs.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4gwLDvquG8
Linyue, as usual, couldn’t help herself — teasing Liuyue endlessly.
“Bingyan Zun, are you ever going to smile?”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMEeZUyGVgE
“Do you know how to laugh? Or are you carved from glacier ice?”
Liuyue didn’t respond, but a faint, nearly invisible curve brushed his lips — one only Rongyue caught. She smiled knowingly. Her brother was doomed to love this chaotic girl.
Then, as the group crossed a slick rock bridge, Linyue slipped — the world tilting beneath her feet.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcP5zV5Sbjd
Before she could scream, an arm caught her waist. Cold aura — steady, unshakable — surrounded her.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsRCqJR0s0e
Liuyue’s voice, calm and faint,
“Careful.”
For a heartbeat, their eyes met.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxXQtGnwIWh
Something ancient, something inevitable passed between them.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFzdvzTSv83
From the back, Rongyue smiled faintly.
“Maybe… this is how it starts,” she whispered.
But two others didn’t share her joy — Meng Dongrui, whose face darkened, and Feng Zihan, whose expression hardened for reasons even he couldn’t name.
The Storm
When they reached Port City, everything seemed calm. The sea glittered beneath the sun, gulls cried in the distance.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzNj8lsDj0H
And then—
The sky dimmed.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ886HTTJSR7
A massive surge of energy rippled from the ocean depths.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeSntFHU1gu
Waves turned black, wind howled like beasts.
Xing Lianchen’s expression turned grave.
“Everyone, back! Sheng Linyue, Rongyue — relocate the citizens! Wenxi, contact your mother immediately!”
The sea exploded.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNvguYnbgyp
A colossal shadow rose — long, serpentine, scales like molten sapphire.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf5jxoyQL3A
Gasps filled the air.
“A Water Dragon?” someone cried.
Lianchen’s brows furrowed. He could sense it — this was something far older.
The Arrival of the Matriarch
Moments later, streaks of light crossed the sky — Long Meiyun, Matriarch of the Long Clan, descended, her robes of pale gold fluttering with divine pressure.
Lianchen stepped forward.
“Matriarch Meiyun, what is this? A Water Dragon?”
Her eyes, cold and mournful, met the creature’s.
“Who said it was a Water Dragon?”
The students froze.
“That,” Meiyun said quietly, “is a Celestial Dragon — a very young one. Perhaps… five years old.”
Lianchen’s blood ran cold.
“Impossible. Every dragon born after the war was marked under the clan’s sigil. How can this one exist unmarked?”
Meiyun lowered her gaze, voice trembling.
“This one… has existed for 99,000 years in spirit. But her body — when it died — was only five.”
The words struck like lightning.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhnZYDbLTGn
Gasps echoed through the disciples.
“Then… she is—”85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxtbgxMhufU
“Long Wei’s daughter,” Meiyun finished softly.
The revelation shattered the air. Even the sea seemed to still.
The Weeping Dragon
A divine pressure swept through the harbor — Tianlong Yuhuan, the Sect’s Matriarch, arrived beside her husband.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2iQ1kvRkJG
Her expression, pale with sorrow, said everything before she spoke.
“She’s crying…” Yuhuan whispered, eyes shimmering. “She’s been crying for ten thousand lifetimes. Someone tortured her — her body, her spirit — for ninety-nine thousand years.”
Every student fell silent.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk6WfgH7GjS
Even Feng Zihan, who rarely showed emotion, clenched his fists.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmHEDXc0UQY
Rongyue wept openly, holding Wenxi’s trembling hand.
Liuyue stood still, his icy aura flickering, hiding the pain in his eyes.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJhLVuQcmIZ
Linyue looked at him, understanding in silence what words couldn’t express.
Lianchen’s voice broke through the grief.
“Can we help her? Can we ease her pain?”
Yuhuan turned to Meiyun, her lips trembling.
“Someone… cut her tongue, and removed her Dragon Core.”
The crowd fell into stunned horror.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSgantJwyvV
Even the waves ceased.
The Seal
Finally, Meiyun closed her eyes.
“There is nothing we can do but seal her. You know this, Lianchen.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ41v2gxS9XG
A Dragon’s aura cannot be destroyed — only contained.”
Yuhuan placed her hand over her heart.
“Dear husband… help us. Let us seal her peacefully.”
Lianchen nodded, his eyes glimmering.
“All disciples — join hands. We will give this child her rest.”
The students formed a circle around the dragon’s form. The wind howled, light flickered, chants rose.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGx2bkfu1nk
Tears streamed freely — even the most stoic among them couldn’t stop them.
The young dragon’s golden eyes dimmed.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVr1dsBwmzj
For a brief moment, a faint image appeared — a small girl, smiling, holding a jade flute.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGRJyrRFkeB
Then the light consumed her.
The Seal of Eternal Waters closed, shimmering like falling stars.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2k6t1Pxp5G
Silence fell over the city.
Even the sea mourned that day.
“A five-year-old child… suffered ninety-nine thousand years of pain,” Lianchen murmured, his voice breaking.
“Heaven must truly be blind.”
And from the still air, Xing Liuyue whispered to himself — so softly no one heard:
ns216.73.216.141da2“One day… I’ll find who did this.”
and then Add to home screen.