He had a very long dream.

At the beginning of the dream, he was still in a chaotic state, surrounded by a lazy warmth, occasionally accompanied by subtle ripples like flowing water, as if wrapped in the finest silk, so comfortable that he was reluctant to wake up and just wanted to sleep forever.

As the years passed by, it was not always peaceful outside the chaos.

Flowers bloomed and withered, clouds rolled and dispersed, spring turned to autumn, and the world changed.

Mountains turned into oceans, valleys turned into hills, from peace and tranquility to the clash of arms, from world chaos to ceasefire, Buzhou Mountain tilted and sank, turning into the Mirror Sea Mountain Range, while the originally dry ground accumulated over time, becoming a place called Dragon Shadow Pool.

Many generations passed, yet his chaos continued.

Ignorant and unaware, without sorrow or joy.

Many demon beasts born with him at the beginning of the world had either become gods by establishing great merits but perished in the war of the gods, with the survivors hiding away from worldly affairs, or had long since disappeared.

Only he remained undiscovered, and he had no interest in looking at the world outside.

Until one day, the chaos was no longer as hazy as a fog, and then, as if a little light fell on the tip of his tongue, sweet and silky, extending all the way to his heart.

He couldn't help but want to follow this wonderful taste, wherever it went, he would drive the chaos to follow.

"If you keep making trouble, you won't be coming with me."

The voice was clear and cold, just like the pool that had soaked him for millions of years. The temperature that humans found unbearably cold was very comfortable for him, the cold pool water enveloping the warm chaos, coolly permeating his consciousness.

He immediately took a liking to that voice.

In the blink of an eye, millions of years passed. No matter what kind of world existed outside the chaos, he had never been interested in taking a single glance, but now, whether it was human, demon, or anything else, it had to break through the chaos to be seen.

What kind of person was that, he couldn't say.

Appearance was just an illusory exterior to beasts, but whenever that hand stroked the fur on his body, speaking unimportant words in a flat tone, he would involuntarily close his eyes, nestling in that person's arms, his voice sliding past his ears, feeling that the world outside the chaos was so wonderful.

That person rarely got angry. Earth-shattering events in the eyes of many mortals were as simple as eating a meal to that person. No matter how great the difficulties, he had never seen him at a loss or looking worried.

Even though that person's abilities were still very poor now, as long as he was in his arms, he would feel at ease and comfortable, compared to when he was in the chaos...

Yes, if he had met him earlier, he would have come out of the chaos long ago.

That person spoke little and showed even fewer expressions, and smiled even less.

He knew that his appearance at that time must have been very cute, because those human females wanted to touch him when they saw him. Only that person, no matter what kind of fawning or coquettish behavior he displayed, he could not make that person smile.

This was tolerable, but there was one time when that human woman surnamed He came to find him. The two of them talked for a while, and he actually saw, saw that person smile!

At first it was just a faint smile, but later, the smile gradually expanded, even that person surnamed He was stunned.

How could this be!

How could this be!

That person's smile belonged to him, he hadn't even seen it, yet he let someone else see it first!!!

He was angry, rolling back and forth, pecking fiercely at the wooden tabletop to vent his anger.

Then...

There was no then. He was taken into that person's arms, his head lightly stroked, and immediately, as if by conditioned reflex, he also offered his chin to rub.

How could you be so spineless! How could you be so easily bought!

He fell into deep self-loathing, his chin subconsciously continuing to rub against that person's fingers.

A low chuckle sounded in his ears.

He had never experienced loneliness, nor had he ever felt alone. Even if only he, this ancient beast, was left in the world, as long as he could be by that person's side, he didn't need any companions.

Never need them.

As long as he had that person, it was enough.

However, the day of separation finally arrived.

He was stuffed into a ring, watching helplessly as he was bullied by bad people.

Those women, at first it was to silence witnesses, later they coveted the Heaven Washing Brush in that person's hand, so they ganged up on him, driving him to a dead end.

Before this, he didn't understand these things. The despicable human heart, the calculations of gain and loss, were vague and unimportant to him, but at that moment, perhaps because it was too urgent and critical, watching that person on the brink of death, he suddenly had an epiphany, his mind becoming clear.

Something hot and swelling, seeming to overflow from his brow.

The long sword pierced through the chest, the flying ribbon around the neck still slowly tightening.

That person's mouth and nose were bleeding, his face deathly pale, but his half-closed eyes were still cold, just like his voice.

What if that person ceased to exist?

For him, he left the chaos, if he was not there, where could he go?

In the vast world, among the myriad living beings, without him, what color would there be.

No one would say "you're fat again" when he was greedy.

No more warm embrace to provide him with a peaceful place to rest and sleep, to act coquettishly.

No more daily companionship.

It can't be...

He can't die.

He won't allow it!

How could the tiny space of the Sumeru Ring contain him, as if some shackle had been suddenly broken.

He closed his eyes, feeling his bones begin to split inch by inch, gray fur falling off, golden feathers growing at a visible speed, the dazzling golden color far surpassing all colors in the world.

Until even that narrow street could not allow him to stand, he let out a long cry, spreading his wings and soaring among the clouds, his golden eyes clearly seeing those originally triumphant mortals suddenly change color, trembling.

You are all going to die, he thought.

It was as if there was a fire burning in his heart, which could only be quenched by blood.

He is my treasure, yet you killed him.

As long as I kill you, he will be able to come back...

My favorite, my cherished...

He slowly opened his eyes.

His heartbeat was a bit intense, as if still immersed in the previous situation.

"Sir, you're awake. You slept for a long time." The maid Liang Jiang brought a towel over, smiling.

"I just had a dream," he said.

Liang Jiang asked curiously, "What did you dream about, my lord?"

"I dreamed of... someone I really like," he replied.

Liang Jiang grew even more intrigued. "You have someone you like, sir? What's her name? Are you going to look for her?"

A smile slowly spread across his lips, his gaze piercing through her as if he were still looking at the person from his dream.

"I don't remember..."

The maidservant's eyes widened in surprise.

"But one day, I will remember," he continued.

And then, you must wait for me.