Three eras had now passed since Emperor Shun controlled the floods.
A great expert looked down from Grand Unity Heaven. The Prehistoric Universe remained round above and square below.
Yet the Primordial World at this moment resembled four enormous depressions. Water from the Four Seas seeped through everywhere, as though the world might collapse at any moment and be swallowed by boundless floods.
Shun truly had no options left. All he could do now was place his hopes on the Heavenly Emperor.
Meanwhile, all living beings continued gathering at higher elevations, bringing an unexpected prosperity to humanity as well. They mingled among the humans, and the appearance of fox maidens, swaying gracefully, drew waves of astonished cries.
But this prosperity was ultimately like a candle flame in the wind.
The water sources deep within the Earth Veins still surged madly. The defensive barriers built from Nine Heavens Breathing Soil were battered by rising muddy waves hundreds and thousands of times each day.
Yet those were not the most important concerns. The main issue was the invasion of acquired aura. Even the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, an innate treasure, could not avoid it.
Every day, the crisp sound of expanding cracks startled countless people awake from their dreams.
Some erected totems, burned incense day and night, and prayed for the Heavenly Emperor's mercy.
Others shouldered crude baggage and continued climbing toward higher mountains, trying to find a truly secure place to settle.
Emperor Shun stood atop the great embankment, staring at the endless floodwaters below as his black hair whipped around in the damp, cold wind.
Suddenly, cries of alarm came from afar. He raised his gaze and saw another stretch of land collapse into the waters with a thunderous crash. The splashing waves blotted out the sky and sun, even