The silence did not end.It became something deeper.A whisper between eras. A breath made of forgotten worlds.
The golden eyes before Hei Liang burned like suns buried beneath millennia. And then, without warning, the void shattered into light.
But it was no ordinary light.It was memory.
Hei Liang was engulfed by a vision — not of the eyes, but of the soul.He felt the heat of flames that burned not flesh, but destiny. He saw the sky splinter like shattered glass. The ground twist as if screaming. And in the center of it all…
A dragon.Immense. Golden. Beautiful. Incomprehensible.
Long Zhuan. The last of the Dragon Gods.
His eyes carried eras. His presence… silenced gods.
He soared above the clouds like a living mountain, his serpentine body tracing constellations. Each beat of his wings changed the course of celestial winds. Wherever he passed, flowers bloomed. Wherever he roared, stars trembled.
But the beauty did not last.
Hei Liang saw — and felt — the betrayal.
Seven sects united.Seven oaths broken.
They surrounded him with seals that warped the Dao. They cast spears forged of lies. They used disciples as bait, vows of peace as poison.
Long Zhuan roared.And the world… almost collapsed.
Three patriarchs fell.Fifteen mountains turned to ash. The sky cracked.
But in the end, he fell.Not from weakness.But by choice.
The final memory pierced Hei Liang like a blade: Long Zhuan kneeling before a newly formed abyss. Scales destroyed. Wings burned. His gaze… serene.
"Then seal me, if you must. But remember…
What is forgotten… always returns."
He did not roar.He did not curse.He simply closed his eyes.And fell.
Hei Liang returned to the present gasping. Sweating. Trembling.
— Now you know, said the voice, closer now, more human.
Before him, the form of the dragon condensed into circles of light until it took the shape of an old man in a dark robe, golden eyes still the same.
Long Zhuan.
— They turned me into a legend, he whispered. And you, into a mistake.
— But both of us… were erased.
Hei Liang clenched his fists. His chest rose and fell, heavy, alive.
— They must remember… he murmured. They must see what they've done.
— Do you seek vengeance? asked Long Zhuan.
Hei Liang raised his eyes.
— I want justice.
The old man smiled.
A touch, and a thread of golden light pierced the young man's chest.
The energy exploded within him — a heat that did not burn from the outside, but rebuilt from within. Shattered bones knit back together. A heart, once slow, began to beat with fury. A fragmented soul ignited.
Hei Liang groaned. Fell to his knees.
— What… was that?
— One percent, said Long Zhuan. Of my original energy. Enough for you to survive… and to begin.
— But this power… is not a gift. It is a promise.
Hei Liang touched his own chest, feeling the energy still swirling inside.
— Why… choose me?
— Because you… were forgotten.
— And only the forgotten… can inherit what the heavens fear.
The old man stepped closer. His eyes glimmered like fire hidden beneath water.
— From this day on… you are no longer Hei Liang.
— That name died when you fell into this abyss.
— If you survive the next ten years… if you can endure what you must learn…
— You shall be known as:
Long Yanshen (龍焱沉)
Hei Liang — now Yanshen — did not cry.But he felt, for the first time, as if his existence had been heard by something greater than the sky.
Long Zhuan raised his hand, and an invisible breeze — woven from eras and silence — swept through the abyss.
— This place… does not follow the laws of time.
— You will remain with me for ten years in the Abyss
.— Outside… ten years will also pass.
— But here… you will live thousands of years.
— Your body will age only the ten years you truly live.
— And if you survive… you will be my heir.
Long Yanshen rose.Breath steady. Heart sealed in silence.
— I accept.
— For what I was denied.
— For my grandmother's voice.
— And for the fire that still burns… even at the depths of oblivion.
The old man nodded.
— Then come.
— Walk the impossible, cultivate your soul…
— And learn to make the gods… bow.
In the vastness of the Dragon King's Abyss,a thousand years of training began to condense into a single destiny.
And outside…the world still pretended to be at peace.
But in ten years…it would remember.