Old dusts and past affairs have finally settled into stillness, while the passage of years in the mountains has temporarily paused.
Under the moonlight, it still felt early, as floating and sinking in a single dream spanned two autumns across different lands.
As the two figures completely disappeared, this region once again returned to tranquility.
Behind the congealed magma, a huge fire python was trembling.
At one point, it had thought it was a dead snake; in a cataclysmic battle of that magnitude, even a stray trace of lingering energy could have left it severely wounded, or perhaps even shattered its physical form and wiped it from the world.
Who could have imagined that it would miraculously scrape by until the very end.
In a mountain forest,
ancient trees scraped the sky, clear streams trickled, and not far away a great waterfall plunged down the mountain ridges, stirring up bursts of spray. Mist billowed and rose, making it look like a fairyland on earth.
Chapter 47