Time is the cruelest force; it can erase all things and bury joys and sorrows. Everything, tangible and intangible, will eventually be slowly wiped away.
The dragon bone is riddled with holes, like honeycomb, and the Heavenly Tree planks seem like mud, about to turn to dust. The first Sacred Dragon Ship that could traverse the barriers of the great world is completely decayed, empty inside. The corpses aren't known to have been buried by whom and to where.
Xiao Chen stood here for a long time, then gently waved his robe sleeve, and this desolate mountainous ancient vein immediately collapsed completely, sending up a sky full of dust that thoroughly buried the Ancestral Dragon Ship.
The Ancestral Dragon Ship, which carried the hope of Jiuzhou, returns to the yellow earth like this, becoming history, Jiuzhou's sorrow, a cloud of past outstanding men.
