"Cel... Celestial... Cyan Porcelain... yes, don't." In the mouth of the Cyan Dragon, Du Yu summoned the Wind around his feet, attempting to steady himself in mid-air.
Yet the constantly rising and falling Dragon's Tongue was akin to a fierce tsunami for the tiny Human Race, sweeping him into its waves.
The Dragon's Tongue was ice-cold, piercing to the bone, causing Du Yu's teeth to chatter.
Honestly, Du Yu couldn't distinguish whether he was shivering from the cold or from the pressure of the Supreme Power bearing down on him.
In the midst of the raging waves, Du Yu abandoned resistance, letting his small body flow with the tide.
Damn!
Throughout my life, I've accumulated merit and kindness, leaving good fortune everywhere.
Heaven is unjust, why do I face such treatment...
Actually... the Supreme Lord was simply in good spirits.
In this world, only Du Yu had the privilege to share joy with Celestial Cyan Porcelain, leading to the current situation.
