Shui Rou's gentle voice lightly echoed in the vast environment.
Before her, the massive figure that originally appeared as an Evil Dragon suddenly shrank visibly, transforming into a decrepit old woman.
She stared wide-eyed in disbelief, seemingly unable to comprehend why this was happening.
The consciousness of the High Priest gradually faded away, and in her daze, she seemed to see a little girl sitting atop a dragon's head, holding the dragon horns and soaring through the sky.
This was not her memory; it was the memory of the first High Priest.
For the sake of this memory inheritance, generations of High Priests and the entire Water Village have sacrificed so much.
Was it really worth it?
She seemed to hear once again the fierce and frantic roar of a dragon from the distant sky.
Whatever, I've tried my best.
As the High Priest reached this thought, her pupils completely scattered, losing the final signs of life.
