September 1st, 5 a.m.
The eternal sun cast a golden ray over He Yue Village, heralding the arrival of a new day.
The morning bell tolled right on time, its deep and majestic sound sweeping away everyone's fatigue and dispelling the night's gloom.
Countless natural auras, like a serpent's rush, swiftly circled around Dafeng City and then converged into the festival platform suspended in the air above. Not far off, the Luo River began to flow backward into the sky, with a faintly discernible earthy yellow figure flickering within it.
The crowd eagerly awaited.
With a sudden and high-pitched dragon's roar, the water from the Luo River evaporated into a mist, dissipating the heat of early autumn and offering coolness to the guests at the festival. Subsequently, the crowd saw a giant dragon emerge from the mist, interweaving with the previous natural auras above the festival platform.
"God of the Luo River!"
