Chapter 1

-Long Sheng Jie, Realm of Dragons-

'But to them, we are creatures that only exist in fairy tales.'

She slashed her tail across the blue sky, shutting out the familiar whisper from distracting her mind.

Higher than the birds could reach, encircled by intricate webs of fluffy clouds, a majestic castle sat on a colossal, floating boulder. Baby plant elves chuckled as they flew above the tiny yellow filaments of magnolias along the verge. Teal seeds of irises glistened in a rhythmic flow, displaying their thousand years of rich nourishment. Into the tranquil ambiance, the silver ferns, Soulless Sonder, released another puff of swirl from the tips of their fronds, steadily increasing the fine networks of divine air floating around.

This was where she lived. A place where she once thought everything was as perfect as it seemed to be until she was exposed to the harsh truth.

She was just a whelp when she first learned about the existence of Ring of Mortality—a transcendent wheel enclosing an electrified azure energy ball, levitating above a luminous golden hemisphere. Her species feared the click of the metal bar centered at the core of the half-circle. They feared being summoned as the next dragon for the recurring mission.

The mission that took her childhood friend away in the last cycle.

With another powerful, thunderous strike across the sky, the white dragon unleashed torrents of fireballs from her gaping maw, sending them hurtling toward the swaying grasses below. One blazing smash after the other. More. She needed to let it out more. The pain for failing to protect her friend.

“Xue'er?"

Qilong's voice from an approaching cloud startled her, tumbling her down to the ground.

“Xue'er! You alright?" The cloud under his feet dispersed at once as he rushed over, shades of concern flashing across his face.

Xue’er retracted her claws, her scales dissolving to make way for her redeveloped skin. The thousand years of cultivation finally proved itself as she flawlessly transformed into a slender, refined lady figure.

"Yes, I'm fine."

Licking the new cut on her elbow, she drifted her gaze to the half-Magnolia jade hanging at her pink sash. Her chest ached, remembering who had owned the other half.

As if Qilong could sense the overflowing guilt from her, he rested his hand on her shrunken shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "Don't carry the blame with you, Xue’er,” he said, taking a step closer. "It was never your fault."

She stared directly into her master's amethyst-colored eyes, showering him with layers of unspoken pain. "How could it not be my fault? It was supposed to be me to go there."

"But you weren't ready." He ended on a cold note.

"Xun wasn't ready either!"

Qilong tucked his hands into his wide, long sleeves and heaved a tired sigh. "Things happen for a reason, Xue’er. You can't stop the rain from falling just because you have an umbrella. You can't change history just because you have a time machine. You can't save Xiao Xun from dying…” he muttered, "just because you want him to live.”

"Just because I want him to live..." Xue'er repeated, her lips trembling. A drop of tear coursed down her pale cheek as the words slapped hard on her face.

"We, dragons, are meant to protect the mortals, Xue’er.” Qilong paused for a while before continuing, ”Though they no longer believe in us like centuries ago."

Before Qilong could finish speaking, Xue’er trudged away.

All of a sudden, she turned around, a little too fast that she almost knocked into her master, unaware that he was following her. "Let it be me this time, Master." Xue’er retreated a step to the back. "I think I'm ready."

Qilong twisted the long ends of his grayish brow, giving Xue’er a puzzled look. The dragon-shaped hair stick on his head glistened. "You've never liked mortals."

"You said it’s our mission to..." she hissed to continue, "protect."

"Protect?" He lowered his head, gazing deeply into her inner soul through her different-colored eyes—blue and red. "Or is it revenge that you'll seek?"

There was a thin trace of anger laced in his calm, soothing voice.

Xue’er looked away.

"Hatred kills, my dragon." Qilong gently pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't dive into it."

"Mortals… are injudicious, Master. We might be myths to them, but we're real, right here, under their noses," she wept. "Because of their doubts and suspicions, too many of us have died. We can't afford to lose anymore…"

She heard her master sigh. "No matter what it is, the oath has been set. We have to protect them. This is our fate."

"Then let it be me this time, Master," she repeated her request, gasping in between her choky sobs. "I don't want to witness another death of our species, Master. Please, let it be me." Xue’er broke the hug and placed her hand over her heart. "I promise I'll keep the mortals protected. I'll take care of them just like how—"

'Xiao Xun did.'

Her voice trailed off. She couldn't get her best friend's name out of her throat.

The wind brushed past her teary cheeks like it was trying to offer her a tad of comfort. Pieces of pleated fabric hung at her sash swayed.

And there she stood, waiting for the "yes" from her master.

Qilong parted his lips, but no words said. Fine metallic chains attached to his silver circlet clinked softly as they swept against one another.

"Hmm? Master?" She tugged at his narrow cuff. "You know I'm strong."

“Xue'er, I... I—"

"Ring of Mortality clicked a while ago, Master. The 18th-year tribulation is about to start in their world,” she interrupted. ”There is nobody else who is as ready as me to go there."

"Protecting mortals from Mynheex and fallen angels isn’t a child’s play. You know exactly what they're hunting for, Xue’er."

“I know it isn’t, and that's why it has to be me! I don't know why you've been stopping me from taking up the mission. All I know is that white dragons are powerful, and I'm one of them."

Xue’er simply couldn’t figure out why Qilong didn’t want her to step into the mortal world. If Xiao Xun hadn’t gone in her stead back then, he would still be alive at the moment.

"You don't understand. Mortals are living in their 21st century—"

"Most of our friends are gone, Master," Xue’er reminded him of the fact he feared. "It's time to put a stop to Mynheex eating humans' hearts, to fallen angels craving for our pearls, to the tormented deaths of us, to everything."

"But..."

"Our dragons died protecting the worlds, Master. You don't expect me to just watch the cycle end with another death of our species and do nothing."

Seeing how resolute Xue’er was, Qilong didn’t say anything else. He flipped his silk robe and waved his hand at another layer of cloud, which then descended to his feet.

"Follow me,” he uttered.

He guided her to the back their castle. When Qilong pushed a mobile marble rock at the expansive gravel entrance, the stone door lifted, unveiling a long corridor that stretched into darkness. The next second, their presence was greeted by a gentle flood of light, making its way to the far end and illuminating the entire walkway beneath the vault.

Xue’er stepped in, her eyes fixed on the iced cuboids nailed into the wall behind every two ionic pillars. She glided her touch across the coffins and sliced her finger on the sharp edge, drawing blood into view.

A ritual to remind herself of the pain and suffering they had gone through.

She extended her hand toward the illuminating azurites hovering above the coffins. A soft wave of blue radiance emanated from her palm, gracefully streaming towards the stones and intensifying their ethereal glow.

Preserving their dragon bodies was the only thing Long Sheng Jie could do.

"Come on, Xue’er.” Qilong's echo came through.

She withdrew her force and headed over to her master.

The center, Ring of Deity, branched into four segregated paths, each leading to unrevealed passages behind the large white stones far ahead. When Qilong saw Xue’er, although he wore a smile, it was only when she held his hand that she realized the shades of hesitation her master was trying hard to hide.

"I'm going to be alright, Master," she whispered. A glint of white shone through her palm as she stroked the racing pulse surfacing under his skin. "Don't worry."

"Thanks, Xue’er." He squeezed it back, and they walked toward the last channel on the left.

Behind the white stone, wispy clouds drifted to their feet. The moment they stepped on them, the clouds gracefully parted, enveloping them in a woolly embrace while guiding them to the border of the mortal world. Xue’er sensed her master tightening his grip on her. However, this time, she pursed her lips and stared ahead, pretending like she didn't notice.

As Qilong brushed away the clouds hindering their path, a lonely wooden bridge came into view. Xue’er had yet to set foot on it when thousands of dragons, struggling to escape the border, materialized before her eyes. Among them was Xiao Xun—his cracked blue scales drenched in blood, his eyes pleading to be saved.

"Stay back," Qilong instructed, snapping her back to herself.

At the far end of the bridge, a part of the ascending cliff started to distort, transforming into a vortex. Pulsating waves within sparked as its swirling currents released an anonymous gust of air, inviting the next target to step through.

"We're right on time.” Qilong took out a glowing red potion from his white sash. "Drink this."

"What's this?"

"You'll find out if the time comes." He flashed her a benign smile.

At the sight of that, Xue’er's expression softened, and she gulped it down without hesitation. She knew her master would never hurt her. After all, only in front of him could she free the weakling in her.

As soon as she finished it, something foreign ignited in her. She could feel it—something crawling under her skin, coursing through her blood, searching for a place to settle. It wasn't painful or sweet, but rather a neutral sensation, to which her body seemed to be overreacting. The tingling lingered for a few seconds before fading away.

"Nice." Qilong patted her head and stroked the fine silver chains tucked behind her ears.

Silver belonged to dragons, blue belonged to TinXi—the border keepers—and gold belonged to the Almighty Dragon King, Long Shen. The more chains one possessed, the higher their status.

Right then, he thrust his hand toward her chest, drawing out a radiant white glow. Too fast. Her body arched like it had been pulled forward by a strong wave of energy. She staggered to regain her balance.

Fixing his eyes on the tenuous puff in his hand, Qilong began chanting long phrases of random words that Xue’er couldn't understand. He then pushed the left lapel of her cross-collar shirt and placed his palm right below her collarbone.

Light flashed. Her body went numb.

It took a while for the dragon-shaped mark to fully emerge—the breath of her immortality.

"Kneel before me, Xue’er," Qilong commanded.

"Yes." She got down on her knees and bowed.

“Under the alias Miracle Watson, you'll live with a group of TinXi and disguise your identity by enrolling in Stellaerio High School. You'll stop Mynheex from feeding on mortals' hearts, crush the fallen angels' hope of owning the world of mortality, and last but not least, refrain from making any trades with the evils. Keep the mortals away from them. Do you hear me?"

"Yes."

"This mark darkens every time you use your elements without external protection and when the mortals suspect your identity. The mortal world has long been contaminated with fallen angel’s energy. Our mark can no longer stay hidden in their world. So you have to hide it from mortals at all costs, lest they get suspicious. You can't afford any unnecessary darkening to it, especially with the evils still going strong out there. Now, Miracle Watson, do you obey these with no regrets?"

"Yes. I obey them with no regrets."

"All right, you're good to go."

Xue’er brushed the new white bulge on her skin as Qilong helped her up. "I'll never let the mortals find out."

She was only one stride away from stepping onto the bridge when her master suddenly pulled her back for a hug. This time, it was much longer.

"Come back alive, my white dragon," he whispered. "Come back before the mark turns fully black."