He found hope; perspectives can truly shift!

He continued to strive, using all his time, just to shift his perspective a little more.

One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters... three inches... one foot... one yard...

Finally, after moving his perspective about two yards, or rotating about thirty degrees, he saw something beyond the yellow sand and broken stones. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

That thing was silver-white, slightly curved, with a smooth surface reflecting the sunlight.

Fan Wubing immediately recognized it; it was a scale.

He continued to rotate.

More and more scales appeared in his view, all silver-white, smooth, gently curved, orderly arranged, shining in the sunlight with a sense of sacredness.

As the view widened, Fan Wubing gradually realized... this was a dragon?

"From this perspective, I should be on the dragon’s head? No... I’m... a dragon’s horn. Yes, a dragon’s horn."

He confirmed this thought.

With increasing proficiency in rotating perspectives, the view opened wider and expanded continuously.

And the surrounding climate diversified too.

From initial storms to heavy rain, thunder, hail, heavy snow... various climates joined this world, with only the Gobi Desert and the sun remaining unchanged from beginning to end.

Fan Wubing gradually glimpsed the whole picture of the dragon.

Lacking reference points, he couldn’t gauge the size, only knowing it lay quietly on the lifeless, boundless Gobi Desert, with even itself devoid of vitality.

"It’s dead."

This dragon had died long before Fan Wubing arrived.

No one knows how long it had been dead.

Fan Wubing’s perspective now included a dead dragon.

Although he still couldn’t do anything besides looking, it was still better than only seeing a picture-like sky and desolate Gobi Desert.

Fan Wubing had no choice but to spend each storm, heavy rain, and snowstorm accompanied by this dead dragon...

He began to think.

What he thinks about is variable; perhaps today a rock, tomorrow a ravine.

For some reason, he didn’t feel bored.

Watching this desolate world, there was an indescribable charm, much like how in childhood, watching ants march on the ground never felt dull.

Until one day, he saw the dead dragon starting to bleed.

He wasn’t sure if it was blood as it wasn’t red but golden, like molten gold.

Blood seeped from between each dragon scale, slowly flowing into the cracks of the Gobi Desert below.

This process continued for a long time. Yet Fan Wubing couldn’t determine exactly how long.

After a heavy rain, unexpectedly, the barren Gobi Desert sprouted colors beyond dry brown — green!

This green spread more and more, growing larger.

Fan Wubing finally saw clearly, moss! It was moss!

He was extremely excited, and if he could speak, would surely have shouted in excitement!

"It’s beautiful!"

Fan Wubing finally felt a hint of vitality. That green moss was akin to a miracle, a symbol of eternity amid countless years of dull lifelessness!

The moss grew rapidly, from tentative beginnings to boldness, until recklessly engulfing the Gobi Desert.

One day, when Fan Wubing raised his perspective, looking around, he was shocked to find that the Gobi Desert had disappeared, replaced by mountains and fields of moss flourishing with life.

"Boom!"

The earth began to tremble; the moss-covered ground seemed to be tilled forcefully.

The ground split and cracked, with mossy land becoming riddled with pits, distant mountain ranges rising like barriers. Then came torrents of rain, falling for a long time.

Raindrops gradually filled the mossy ground.

This place transformed into an ocean.

Thus, Fan Wubing began to accompany the dead dragon at the ocean’s depths.

The sea blocked most sunlight, creating a dim environment.

Under such conditions, Fan Wubing couldn’t help but feel sleepy. Gradually, he began to forget why he came here, why he watched everything before him, and even forgot... who he was.

Gradually, he fell asleep.

Upon waking once more, he was called back by a faint blue radiance before him.

It was a jellyfish.

Its translucent skirt pulsated rhythmically. The jellyfish glowed faint blue, igniting a brilliant starlight named "life" at the dim sea bottom. More and more jellyfish emitted light undersea, swimming in groups toward the shimmering sea surface.

Fan Wubing noticed that the dead dragon’s scales had all fallen off.

Each fallen scale radiated intense life force. This life force intertwined at the seabed, evolving into jellyfish, arthropods, shellfish, corals... an increasing variety of life thrived on the ocean floor. At some moment, the process of life’s birth entered an explosion era, with diverse marine life growing like dormant volcanoes roaring with eternal fury.

They proliferated, fought, preyed upon one another, and exhausted life’s essence to survive.

Yet this dead dragon!

This dragon that accompanied Fan Wubing for countless years offered them a grand Taotie feast.

This feast is called "Life."

Life! Life! Life!

They gnawed voraciously at the dead dragon’s enormous body.

Skin, flesh, tendons, organs...

Never ceasing.

This giant dragon of unknown origin and uncertain death longevity finally found its ultimate destination in this frenzied era of life’s explosive growth!