"Long, long ago, when heaven and earth were first born."
The middle-aged man in white robes sat on the steps of time, speaking unhurriedly, recounting the story he wished to tell:
"A tribe emerged from the Wildlands."
"They learned to fly from the birds, trained their bodies with the mountains and rivers, and observed the sun and moon to comprehend divine skills."
"This tribe grew and evolved continuously…"
Through his words, it was as if Yun Xi could see a reflection of spacetime—a glimpse of the upstream of history, where, in the swirling void of the universe, the signs of life first appeared.
Amid the vast cosmos, that realm seemed like a speck of dust—yet on that speck, it was a paradise for living beings.
Primal mountains and rivers, uncultivated lands, innumerable flying beasts and fierce creatures, with thriving, powerful Ancient Clans.
