That surge of human Qi Fortune gathered desolately, flowing into the Nine Cauldrons. The Nine Cauldrons returned to the heavens and earth, yet within this realm, a portion headed towards the Ancient Red Dragon. The Ancient Red Dragon sang longingly into the sky, puzzled and uncertain, unaware of the circumstances.
He observed the mundane world for eight thousand years, knowing there were many spontaneous sacrifices among the populace.
Some were good, aiming to lead people toward kindness, but the vast majority twisted into selfish desires, including living sacrifices, and continuous rituals for the Dragon King's wife, confusing the people.
Throughout history, countless lives were lost due to such sacrifices.
Eight hundred years ago, an old friend was once a Ranger, who saved people and then jokingly cursed him, saying:
"You are indeed a romantic dragon."
"Every year, you must marry a wife in different places."
