The world is relative.

Middle-earth continent is far away from the Great Western Continent through the ocean. The terrain in the east is higher, and the sky there seems to be higher. Clouds and mists rise from the sea and land, drifting towards that place, and finally gather together and never disperse all year round.

This is the tomb of clouds - the tomb of all clouds in the world.

There is a lonely peak at the deepest part of the tomb of Yun. The top of the peak goes straight into the void, and I don’t know where it leads to.

According to legend, the world is composed of five continents, each continent has different scenery. Only those powerful lives entering the sacred realm can see all the scenery. For ordinary people, legends are just legends. They don’t know where the other continents are, how to go, and don’t know that the lonely peak in Yun Tomb is the passage to other continents.

Naturally, no one has ever seen the scenery above the clouds. Here, the calm clouds spread like white silk cotton in all directions, as if there is no end. Behind the void mirror above is an endless black abyss, with countless stars inside.

Suddenly, two stars lit up and became brighter and brighter. It turned out to be approaching the mirror at high speed. Only when the two stars came to the front of the mirror could they see clearly. It turned out to be two holy white flames.

A spider-web-like crack appears on the mirror between the real world and the night sky, and then repair it instantly.

The two sacred flames had appeared in the real world on the mirror in some magical way. The faint air was burned and fluctuated constantly - that was not the divine fire, but its eyes.

The whole world is uneasy due to the huge arrival, and the light keeps refracting, and a mountain-like shadow appears on the cloud surface, and the space begins to arch and deform, as if it may be squeezed.

A golden dragon appeared between the void and the clouds.

The red roar in the distance was completely obscured by its huge body. The world of tens of thousands of kilometers above the clouds became dim. The temperature around it dropped sharply, and frost began to crystallize in the clouds, reflecting countless rays of light, turning into a strange and flickering crystal mirror. As a result, the world changed color, which was the majesty of top life.

The golden dragon overlooked the world with indifferent eyes.

It has seen the scenery on the clouds many times.

The golden dragon flew towards the lonely peak in the sky. When it was about to approach, the terrifying and huge dragon body sank into the depths of the clouds and mists, and disappeared. Endless amounts of fog were broken by the terrifying and huge bodies. The cliffs of the lonely peaks were rugged and extremely steep, with no plants or even moss. It was silent, like a grave.

I flew into the depths of the fog. After a long night, I don’t know how far I flew, but I was still in the fog. I didn’t encounter anything else. I could only vaguely see moss appearing on the cliffs, and the clouds are much thicker than the top. Perhaps it was because of self-squeezing, and many crystals began to form in the clouds, which were water droplets, and the air became wet.

The golden dragon had no interest in these changes and continued to fly downwards.

The plants in the lonely peaks became more and more, and the clouds became wetter and wetter. Water drips fell on the cliff and gradually turned into countless streams of water as thick as green leaves. Tens of thousands of streams of water were flowing between the cliffs and falling into the fog.

The golden dragon looked at the streams of thousands of trickles between the lonely peaks, and the expression in his pupils became much more serious, and the two divine fires became more and more quiet - this is the tomb of all clouds and the source of all water.

Countless streams of water fell from the lonely peaks, and it only looked at one of them.

The golden dragon flew down in the fog with the stream silently, and experienced countless days and nights, as if it was about to repeat endlessly, but at some point... the fog in front of it dissipated.

Before the clouds and mist, it is the ground.

The lower edge of the clouds is very smooth, completely following the ups and downs of the ground, perfectly ensuring that there is a five-foot distance between the clouds and the surface, which happens to be a human height, and it seems to come from the design of the Creator. The five-foot space between the surface and the clouds leads to a distant place, with light hidden in the distance, but the sun cannot be seen. There are countless streams on the surface.

The mist dissipated in front of the huge dragon's head, revealing the ground and the stream.

The stream comes from the wet dew in the lonely peak, clear, calm and cold. There is a wooden basin floating in the stream, with several layers of linen cloth in the basin, and there is a baby on the linen cloth. The baby's face is slightly blue and his eyes are closed, and it is obvious that he has not been born for too long.

The fog on the stream bloomed like a flower, blooming out countless petals, crowded, surging, scattered, and hissing sounds. A golden dragon head that was even larger than a palace slowly poked out the clouds and mist and came to the surface of the stream.

The five-foot distance between the stream and the fog is very narrow for it - the body of the golden dragon is hidden in the fog, and part of the dragon's head is also hidden in the fog, which looks more majestic, mysterious and terrifying.

The golden dragon quietly looked at the stream.

The wooden basin is still slightly undulating in the stream.

In the small wooden tub, there is a newborn baby with his eyes closed and his face turned blue.

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The fog gradually dissipates, and everything returns to tranquility.

However, tranquility is only temporary... In the depths of the fog, even to the lonely peak, at almost the same time, countless shrill, panic whistles and howls sounded!

I thought that in the quiet and lifeless world, there were so many birds and beasts hidden, and the sound of flapping wings everywhere in the fog, the sound of unicorns breaking the huge tree of ten thousand years without a chance, and even a very clear phoenix sound!

An invisible fire formed by a divine thought spread from the bank of the stream to the sky. The wet grass suddenly became extremely dry, and even the water plants in the stream curled up on the edges!

There is still no emotion in the golden dragon's eyes, noble and indifferent, dominating the world.

The world is running away under the clouds and mist. It doesn't care. Even the phoenix is ​​not concerned. It just stares at the stream in front of it and the wooden basin on the stream. Hundreds of thousands of streams fell on the lonely peak, and it only stares at the stream. After 30,000 years, it came to this world again just to make the baby in the pot. How can it take aside its eyes?

A very thin light wire slowly fell down. The light wire was golden on the outside, and the inside was sacred and white on the inside, as if it could shine on its own. The front end of the light wire was extremely thin and the back section gradually became thicker, until it was like a child's arm, with an extremely smooth and perfect surface, especially the luster that came out from the depths, which added beauty.

The material of this light silk is as heavy as gold and jade, giving people the feeling that it should be very heavy, but in fact it is very light. It sways constantly with the breeze on the stream, as if dancing, trying to touch the wooden basin lightly, but it is instantly withdrawn.

That is the dragon whisker of the golden dragon.

At this time, the divine fire in the golden dragon's eye pupils has become no longer so eternal and stable, and indifference has been replaced by thinking, as if he is hesitating. The front ends of the two dragon whiskers are like gentle fingers, gently touching the edge of the wooden basin on the stream, as if stroking, but in fact they have not touched them.

This golden dragon has spent a very long time and possesses unimaginable wisdom. However, at this time the wooden basin seems to be a problem it cannot solve - the emotions in its pupils have become more and more complex, with desire, alertness, hesitation, and finally turned into struggle, perhaps unintentional, or intentional, the wind above the stream changes slightly, and the dragon whisker that should have brushed the edge of the wooden basin trembled slightly, and finally touched the wooden basin for the first time, and even rubbed under the ears of the baby in the basin!

It was this slight contact that caused extremely drastic changes - the two divine fires deep in the eyes of the golden dragon dispersed with a bang and turned into thousands of stars. In that sea of ​​stars, cold and greedy desires were naked!

That desire is praise and touching.

It is a praise for life, and it is moved by life.

It is the most primitive desire of life.

The golden dragon looked at the wooden basin on the stream, opened its mouth, and the dragon's breath burst out like broken jade.

The baby in the basin still had his eyes closed and had no idea what would happen next.

The stream is shrouded in shadow.

The dragon's breath fell around the wooden tub.

The next moment, the baby in the wooden basin and the basin will become the food of the golden dragon.

It was at this moment.

One hand fell on the edge of the wooden basin and pulled the wooden basin towards the riverside!

It was a hand full of scars, a little thin and very small.

With the sound of water, the stream broke through, and the hand held the wooden basin and ran desperately towards the riverside.

The owner of that hand was a three or four-year-old Taoist servant.

The servant of the trail pulled the wooden basin to the bank of the stream, hid it between the shore and the rocks and his body, then turned around, pulled out the sword from his waist, and looked at the terrifying, huge golden dragon head on the surface of the stream.

This is a very strange little trailer.

He blinded one eye and had an ear. When he was running desperately in the stream, he could see that his legs were also a little limp, his empty sleeves, and even his hands were only one.

No wonder he could only hide the wooden basin behind him before he could draw his sword.

Looking at the huge dragon head on the stream, the servant of the Taoist looked pale and his teeth were rustling. He was not frozen by the cold stream, but because of the fear in his heart.

This was the first time he saw a real dragon. He didn't even know what a dragon was. He only knew how to be afraid, but he did not escape. Instead, he held the thin wooden sword and blocked the basin tightly behind him.

The golden dragon looked at the Taoist servant indifferently. Only the super strong man who also entered the sacred realm could see the anger and coldness in its deepest pupils.

The servant of the Taoist shouted something, his face was pale and extremely scared, but he did not let go of the basin in his hand.

The golden dragon became angry, and its breath covered both sides of the stream, and death was about to come.

The wooden sword in Xiaodaofu's hand fell into the water, and he turned around and carried the wooden basin into his arms.

The scales on the golden dragon's body rubbed against the mist, splashing countless heavenly fires, and the stream began to burn.

At this moment, a middle-aged Taoist appeared by the stream.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the golden dragon on the stream with a quiet expression.

The sky fire on the stream suddenly went out.

The golden dragon looked at the middle-aged Taoist and let out a dragon roar!

The dragon roar is extremely long, as if it will never stop. It is an extremely complex syllable. It sounds like the most complex music, and it also like the sound of the most terrifying hurricane in nature, mixed with unimaginable power!

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the golden dragon and said a word.

It was a single syllable word, and its pronunciation was extremely strange and difficult to understand. It seemed to be like human language at all. The fragments seemed to contain endless information, full of ancient meanings!

The golden dragon understood, but it disagreed.

So the fog on the stream surface surged violently.

The dragon breath spewed everywhere, and the wet grass and woods by the stream instantly turned into a terrifying fire scene.

The little boy turned his back to the stream, not knowing what was going on. He lowered his head in fear and closed his eyes, but just hugged the wooden basin in his arms tightly.

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I don’t know how long it took, but the riverside finally became quiet.

The little Taoist plucked up the courage and looked back and saw that the stream was clear and the fire on both sides of the stream had been extinguished. Only the burnt trees and cracked stones were telling the horror of the previous battle.

A dragon roar came from the depths of the clouds and mist. The roar was full of pain, unwillingness and regret. It was telling the whole world that its previous hesitation brought about the painful regrets.

The little Taoist boy was startled, held the wooden basin with one hand, limped up the shore from the stream, walked to the middle-aged Taoist, and looked timidly into the depths of the clouds and mist.

The middle-aged Taoist reached out to dust out the flames on his shoulders.

The little Taoist boy remembered something and raised the wooden tub with some difficulty.

The middle-aged Taoist took the wooden basin and gently picked up the baby in the basin. The tip of his right finger fell on the baby's body through the linen cloth. The next moment, his brows frowned.
To be continued...