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Long ago, in a time when the world was still calm and peaceful, all living beings—both humans and demons—lived side by side without fear or hatred. The harmony between them created a perfect balance, like the rhythm of nature that never missed a beat. Humans relied on the power of demons to protect nature, while demons depended on human wisdom to maintain order.
But this beauty did not last forever.
The two most powerful dragon demons, Bing Yi and Ying Long, became embroiled in a fierce conflict that shook the world. No one knew for certain what triggered the battle, but their power caused the earth to crack, the sky to darken, and the seas to rage.
In his heart, Bing Yi realized that this battle had brought disaster upon all beings. With full awareness, he decided to end the destruction. Using the last of his strength, Bing Yi tried to take Ying Long into his illusionary realm—a place where they could fight without harming the real world.
However, the destruction had already occurred. Bing Yi could not bring Ying Long into the illusionary realm, only far away from the crowded places of life. Their battle split the world into two factions: the faction of demons who supported Ying Long and attacked humans to gain power, and the faction of humans who fought back and struggled to survive. Bloodshed became inevitable.
Amid the chaos, a god descended from the sky. With a single wave of his hand, he drove the demons into a remote place at the southern edge of the earth—Dahuang, a cursed land filled with exile and desolation.
The god stood above the clouds, his voice echoing like thunder. “From this day forward, all demons shall be confined to Dahuang. Whoever breaks the rules and escapes will face death or have their life shortened by a thousand years.”
The demons who witnessed the event could only tremble in silence. They cowered at the sight of the towering gate that now stood before them, the boundary between the human world and Dahuang.
Ying Long, upon hearing of the exile, was enraged. To him, the god’s actions were an insult to all demons. In fury, he led a rebellion, gathering what power remained to challenge the god. Bing Yi tried to stop him.
“Ying Long, stop this madness!” cried Bing Yi, his eyes filled with sorrow.
But Ying Long, consumed by hatred, did not listen. “Silence! If you won’t stand with me, then you are a traitor!”
Ying Long’s body became enveloped in red smoke, his aura growing more dangerous. Bing Yi drew upon his power, unleashing the Eternal Ice technique—his ultimate attack, capable of freezing anything.
Their battle shook the heavens and the earth. Trees around them fell, mountains exploded into dust, and the ground split open to reveal the magma beneath.
“Ying Long, come to your senses! You’ll only destroy everything!” shouted Bing Yi, his voice drowned by the roar of exploding energy.
But Ying Long no longer cared. His power continued to grow, his body increasingly resembling a true dragon, and the red aura thickened around him.
Seeing the worsening situation, the god descended once more. Calm but full of authority, he raised his hand and cast a spell that summoned a giant bell, trapping Ying Long inside.
“Bing Yi, step back!” the god commanded.
But Bing Yi stepped forward, pleading with a voice full of pain. “God, let me finish this. Do not take his life!”
The god shook his head, his voice firm. “Rules are rules. Ying Long has crossed the line. And you… you who kept him alive for too long, are not free from sin.”
A bright blue light emerged from the god’s palm, forming a long thread that wrapped around both Ying Long and Bing Yi. Neither could move—only gaze at each other.
“You both shall be sentenced to death in the name of the heavens,” the god declared without hesitation.
Bing Yi glanced at Ying Long, who now appeared weak, his consciousness nearly consumed by rage. He knew there was no escape, but he also knew this was not the end.
In a voice barely audible, Bing Yi whispered, “I hope our descendants won’t suffer the same fate.”
Bing Yi’s body began to turn into fragments of light that floated into the air. Ying Long could only look on with empty eyes before he too vanished under the god’s spell.
And the world returned to peace—but the scars left by that battle never truly disappeared.