The "girl" fell silent. Without her chattering, the silence they had been accustomed to before she appeared suddenly became unbearable.

The ice dragon gritted its teeth and straightened its back. The silent air weighed heavily on it like weight, and its slightly constricted pupils could only see the girl's blue eyes...... However, the sea can be the most gentle and forgiving, or it can be the most violent and unforgiving.

"So do you think that's my fault?" the girl's voice was still clear, with the soft childishness of the first petals, but it was like a giant hammer falling from the sky, smashing on its soul.

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in its mind, and its blood had stopped flowing as if it had been frozen. Yet it could still hear its own voice, stiff and weak, unable to form sentences, but still stubbornly insisting: "Are we ...... Not your descendants? You watched us die so far...... but the intruder who brought all the calamities ...... Those so-called gods are your friends......"

It wasn't just its anger, it was the anger of all its wandering ancestors in its memory...... No, that's its anger, angry at her for giving them life, and then abandoning it.

It's like its mother.

It certainly knows who she is. It had never heard of such a dragon, but its instincts would have told it...... When it was covered in bruises and dying into this world, even in its drowsiness, it could feel warmth and security that it had never felt before. It didn't feel it in the eggshell of its almost indestructible grave, and it didn't even feel that peace of mind in the arms of Leda or Scott...... How fragile the love it deceives with the form of a human baby is faintly aware of it even when it doesn't know who it really is, so it is never consciously panicked and uneasy, carefully holding on to any warmth it can get, and refusing to let go no matter what.

It could feel her power. And when it saw the huge bones, her name was in the deepest part of its soul...... Flickering in forgotten memories.

Lavinihea Star, the ancestor of the dragons, was truly conceived from this world, and the first wisdom and power were the source of all their lives...... But why did it admit her? Now that she's given them up.

“...... Those 'so-called gods' I have summoned—at the time of my birth, at the time of the destruction of this world. ”

In its consciousness on the verge of collapse, Xingyi's cold voice was still incomparably clear, word by word like lightning that pierced the sky.

The ice dragon's body trembled and fell down involuntarily. Countless images poured into its mind: the invisible waves of the Sea of Nothingness crashing against the fragile barriers of the world, the vast continents of the Far East were lifeless, the endless darkness swallowed everything under the shattered sky, and the dragon spread its wings and rose to the sky with a dazzling pillar of light in the middle of three opposite islands on the Far West Sea.

The gods came out of the void and floated beyond this small world. In the dazzling streamers, the indistinguishable shapes are huge and strange, faintly different.

On the remnants of the earth, the newborn dragon sat silently on the seashore, in front of it was a light blue shadow that rose and fell like waves, and its low voice was like the intersection of waves and wind, small and grand.

In fact, there are some things that don't need to be told to it – no one knows it better.

The world cannot afford its too great power. It gave birth to it, but it also withered up because of it, and no life like it could be born except for those monsters of equal size and no intelligence, except for the small, gray plants that struggled to grow under the eternal darkness of the sky.

It resides in the Sea of Nothingness, just as the gods it summoned. It will be one of them—it should be one of them. It can be more worldly, fertile or barren, quiet or violent, as vast as the stars, in a thousand forms.

But it wouldn't leave.

The faint vitality of this world is connected to it, and once it leaves, it will cease to exist.

In the boundless sea of nothingness, this world is actually small and fragile like a speck of dust, it is cold and ugly, shrouded in mist, forever in the night...... However, this is where it was born, and it can also be as beautiful as other worlds...... As beautiful as it was in a dream.

In the seemingly endless dream that existed for a long time before its birth, it had seen a world where the mountains were undulating, the greenery was continuous, and the flowing water flowed happily down from the high snow-capped mountains, from the trickle into the mighty river, flowing through the wildflower grasslands and dense forests, and flowing into the sea; Death, the bustle of the magnificent city by the river, the white sails dotted on the turquoise sea at the end of the river, the wings of the dragon like sails through the stacked clouds, bathed in golden sunlight......

It was the dream of the old gods...... It is the dream of the world, or its dream, the past, the future, or just the dream. It doesn't care.

It wants a world like that. it's the world.

Its stubbornness seems to be innate, and there is no possibility of change. It patches the cracked sky with its blood and persistence, and the blood-colored raindrops fall and gradually merge into rivers, it condenses its brightest hopes in its eyes and lets them rise into the sky and illuminate the earth, it plants its dreams and jewel-like scales and a little fragment of its soul under the earth, scattered in the wind with strange syllables...... Then, Nyor, the first of the gods to touch it, spoke in silence.

"I've heard this song. She said, "It's the creator's song." ”

And they never actually created. They are merely silent guardians, quietly watching the birth and death of every world and every living being in it for a long time.

Creation, full of dangers...... It's also full of temptations.

Ni'o convinced her companions, or at least a part of them. Lights of different colors flowed above the canopy, smoothing out all the cracks. There were more stars in the night sky that only this world could see, and the newborn sun and moon rose and set, and after it had quarreled with them again and again, there was an unchanging law.

Gradually, it could feel the new life sprouting under the soil and the seawater, as if sprouting in its soul, itchy, soft and warm.

The world will one day be as beautiful as its dreams.

However, to support all this, to support all the rules that do not yet work on their own, a strong enough foundation is needed.