Spring passed and autumn came, and a hundred years went by in the blink of an eye.
In the northwestern corner of the Profound Spirit Continent lay a boundless stretch of azure sea.
The wind was calm, the sea was tranquil, and sea breezes blew in waves beneath clusters of white clouds.
On a desolate island spanning hundreds of miles, a group of Silverhorn Rock Turtles were basking contentedly in the sun on the beach.
After a while, a tremendous boom rang out from high in the sky, and a massive Crimson Fire Cloud suddenly appeared overhead.
The Silverhorn Rock Turtles were badly startled. Yellow light burst from their bodies, and they hurriedly burrowed into the ground.
Three enormous Crimson Fire Crows flew over from the distance. Their bodies were drenched in blood, with large numbers of feathers fallen away. They were clearly injured.
The sea churned violently, raising a Sky-Piercing Giant Wave over a thousand zhang high. After blurring, it transformed into a massive Blue Flying Sword several thousand zhang long. The entire sword was shrouded in misty water vapor, clearly pieced together from the blue seawater.
The Blue Flying Sword slashed toward the three Crimson Fire Crows. Everywhere it passed, the void trembled and twisted, its momentum astonishing.
The three Crimson Fire Crows hurriedly opened their beaks and each spat out a thick Crimson Flame to meet it.
After a thunderous explosion, the Blue Flying Sword collided with the three Crimson Flames and shattered. Countless droplets of seawater splashed through the air, then blurred and transformed into Blue Flying Swords that shot toward the three Crimson Fire Crows.
Two shrill cries rang out. Two Crimson Fire Crows were pierced through by the dense Blue Flying Swords and fell from the sky. The other Fire Crow reacted quickly enough;