Heaven-Ordained, Fortune-Initiated, Everliving Profound Netherworld Senluo Son of Heaven

Thunder was Heaven's punishment.

Fire was the source of life.

Thunder and fire were Heaven's vast and mighty authority, without delusion or form.

As the Sword of Thunderfire severed the sinful dragon's head, its body shattered in an instant. The dragon head, like a mountain range itself, tumbled down onto the earth.

Pus, blood, mud, and foul water surged without end, eventually forming a vast murky pool. The thousand-li dragon head connected with the earth veins and gradually turned into soil and stone.

From then on, Lingyou Prefecture gained a majestic mountain range stretching for thousands of li. Its peaks soared into the clouds, and within the range stood two savage peaks braced against the heavens, as if they could pluck stars and seize the moon. Yet the entire range was bald, devoid of trees or grasses, much less birds or beasts. It lay incomparably silent, like a land of death.

As the mountain range took shape, that murky pool became a long river winding around it. Turbid yellow waters roiled and raced day and night without rest. From time to time, thunder would crash down, as though determined to burn this place away.

Jiang Sheng gazed at the mountain range formed from the dragon head. The sinful dragon's spirit had been sealed within the mountain. The day the murky pool became clear to its very bottom and gave birth to spiritual vitality, the day that life emerged amid the deathly silent mountains, would be the day the sinful dragon's spirit was thoroughly refined by the heaven and earth here, adding another blessed land and immortal realm to the mortal world.

Yet Jiang Sheng did not pause. The colossal giant reaching ten thousand li into the sky, wrapped in wind, thunder, water, and fire, with his feathered mantle swaying, slowly