Inside Taoyuan Island.
A farmer watering his vegetable patch suddenly collapsed to his knees. The sprouts in his palm grew wildly into vines reaching toward the sky, each leaf manifesting the primordial state of chaos.
The children playing nearby burst into simultaneous, wailing sobs. From the sandcastle they had built, a spring of golden water gushed forth, reflecting the final visage of chaos—a four-winged, six-legged beast gazing gently upon everything within the Heavens and Myriad Realms.
Chapter 423