In Qingmu Lake, washed by a torrential rain, huge vague shadows of Jiao dragons roamed underwater.
Those large dark shadows had spread death and terror across the land in the remote past.
Now the massive dragon shadows roaming underwater were enough to awaken the hidden fears in the blood of the people on this land.
But at this moment, in the cold stormy rain, the only witness to this terrifying scene was an old man with white hair and a body covered in scars.
The old man had suffered severe injuries; the massive wounds almost tore his body apart, and in the storm, the shocking wounds were bleeding profusely.
Yet, despite such severe injuries, the old man was still walking on the lake.
He watched the magnificent scene of the Jiao dragons wandering underwater with interest, as if admiring a beautiful piece of art he had created.
Meanwhile, in the clouds shrouding Qingmu Lake from above, a pale man opened his eyes, returning from the mysterious dark void.
