Luo Jiujiang had always believed that the universe was boundless and vast. No matter where he was, he always felt a sense of awe. Looking up at the heavens and the earth, he only saw his own insignificance. Even though the Seven Islands he was born on were just one of the smallest of the Three Thousand Worlds, when he soared above the vast blue sea, he felt the same sense of boundlessness.
It was not until today that Luo Jiujiang realized how wrong he was.
The grandeur he had felt before was not truly grandeur, and the insignificance he had thought of in the past was not truly insignificant.
The true grandeur and insignificance is that he is standing under the dome at this moment, looking at the dragon above his head spanning the sky and earth, the top of the world is looming in the clouds like a brilliance, and human beings themselves are humble like a drop in the ocean, nothing but dust in their sight.
Luo Jiujiang had once believed that, despite the three thousand worlds being divided into large, medium, and small, they were essentially the same, save for the variety of products and the concentration of spiritual energy. The great world, with its rivers flowing into the sea, possessed its own virtues; the small world, with its simple folk customs, also possessed its own charms. Since he couldn't stay, and since he had nothing else to do, he always wanted to see every world and try out every amusement.
But at this moment, Luo Jiujiang no longer dared to say "There is no difference between the big world and the small world."
A frog in a well can only see the sky as big as the well mouth, and therefore thinks that everything outside looks the same; the cultivators in the Three Thousand Worlds have at most seen the appearance of the big world, and therefore do not know how magnificent and majestic a world can be.
Only by standing on this land in person like Luo Jiujiang, using his eyes, sense of touch, and all his spiritual consciousness to spread out in a corner of the world, and getting a glimpse of the scenery of this place, can he know the vastness of the world.
It turns out there is something supreme that you cannot measure with your naked eyes, but you can feel it clearly in your heart once you see it.
If the entire universe of three thousand worlds could be compared to the one Luo Jiujiang currently inhabited, it would be like humiliating himself three thousand times over. Regardless of the Azure Dragon, Black Tortoise, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, all worlds, regardless of size, were nothing more than "just so-so" in comparison to the world Luo Jiujiang currently inhabited.
To an ant, a shortbread crust and steamed bun crumbs look vastly different, but to a human, they're just a flick of the dust. The three thousand worlds, in terms of spiritual energy, can be arranged into distinct zodiac signs, but to this world, they're just fragments of it.
Once you've seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles; except for Mount Wu, all other clouds are but mounds. Luo Jiujiang unconsciously raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, feeling a little breathless for a moment.
For this vast world, and for the blue dragon that covers the sky and the sun in the clouds.
The divine dragon was hovering above Luo Jiujiang's head, and the divine dragon was hovering above all things in the world.
At first glance, Luo Jiujiang almost mistook the dragon for Han Qianling, but the next moment he realized the extent of his misunderstanding. When they first met in the secret realm, Qianling's blue dragon form had killed someone and then split the sky apart in one breath, so majestic and powerful that it had almost indirectly claimed his life. But even Qianling, even in front of this dragon, was still young and immature.
Every scale of Qianling was as blue as the sea, and slightly cool, like pebbles soaked in a spring stream. However, looking back at Shenlong, every scale of his looked like the sea itself. The ripples that refracted the light were like roaring waves, so fierce that they seemed to be able to shatter people's eyes.
Luo Jiujiang took a quick glance. He, a man who was born in the blue sea and played in the waves since childhood, almost felt like he was drowning in it.
However, even such a majestic and awe-inspiring dragon was covered in blood at this moment.
Blood dripped from every scale of the dragon, like a rainstorm that never stopped pouring down; blood gushed out from the wound in the dragon's abdomen that was opened by the rough spear head, rushing down like a waterfall; blood also flowed from the dragon's golden eyes, like two lines of bloody tears, and like the source of a torrent of sin.
At this moment, the sky was half blood-red and half dark. The blood-red color was entirely due to the Dragon God's wound, while the black of the flying sand and rocks was due to the strange beasts battling the Dragon God. Luo Jiujiang only needed to take a quick glance to recognize the nine clans. These nine strange beasts, imbued with the source of the Dao, each one was meticulously targeted, their sharp claws and scaly scales aimed at the bloody wound of the Dragon God.
When Luo Jiujiang fell into the dream, he was on an uphill slope. The ground was bumpy and barren, and the blood from the dragon's body had accumulated into several pools of blood. If Luo Jiujiang was willing to stand in one of them, the deepest pool would be enough to cover his ankles.
It is precisely because of the high geographical location that Luo Jiujiang can clearly see the expressions of all the creatures below the hillside.
He saw countless creatures raise their heads to the sky with greedy eyes, gazing intently at every drop of blood shed by the Dragon God and every tearing wound. Perhaps due to the savage aura of the world's birth, the naked, undisguised greed was a hundred times uglier than anything Luo Jiujiang had ever witnessed.
What crude weapons they were, and what a bunch of clown-like figures they were. Because of the darkness and insensibility of the chaos, and the scarcity of resources, the small-time creatures all had crooked heads and ears, twisted lips and cracked mouths. They picked up sharp stones to use as spearheads, broke off stalactites to make awls, and drooled until their chins were covered with saliva, but they didn't even notice it.
Compared to the mighty dragon in the sky whose scales did not dim in color even though it was seriously injured, Luo Jiujiang felt hurt even when he looked down the slope.
But such a group of minions, like shrimp soldiers and crab generals, actually dared to raise their butcher knives against the dragon.
Their formation was loose and sparse, and judging by their fur alone, they represented a mix of at least a hundred species, clearly gathered together spontaneously and without order. Luo Jiujiang watched as they stretched their necks and noses, greedily sniffing the rusty scent of the Dragon God's blood, and then using their tongues to catch drops of blood falling from the sky.
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