In the blink of an eye, five thousand years passed quietly.
Amongst the layered miasma surrounding the forest, there lay a hidden mountain valley, with an ancient cave mansion nestled within.
The miasma was as thick as ink, rolling and enveloping, shrouding the entire valley tightly; unless purposefully seeking, even a strong being in the God and Demon Realm passing by would find it hard to notice anything unusual here.
On this day, two beams of light shot down swiftly from the sky, landing firmly outside the valley; as the light dispersed, two graceful figures were revealed.
The woman to the left, wearing a blue dress embroidered with intricate dragon patterns, had a graceful and upright posture, surrounded by a mist like a light veil, her brow displaying a touch of the Dragon Race's inherent pride and sharpness; she was Ao Qing, the holy maiden of the Flood Dragon clan.
