Li Huowang continued downward. The bright, sunny weather gradually darkened. Before long, as the ground leveled out, he saw a dilapidated earthen grave before him, its mound overgrown with weeds and three sticks of incense planted before it.
The scant white smoke did not disperse. Instead, it swayed, shrouding the grave in something half-real, half-illusory.
Li Huowang stepped into the white smoke, wanting to make out the words on the tombstone. Though there were clearly words on it, he simply could not understand what they meant. He must have known them before, but now he did not, and the words kept changing without pause.
Under his gaze, the constantly shifting words gradually became two characters. One was Nuo, and the other was Yu.
The two characters began to move. After probing each other for a moment, they began to fight and slaughter one another. The two characters kept tearing the left-falling and right-falling strokes off each other and attaching them to themselves.
Clearly, Nuo was no match for Yu. Not only had many of his strokes been torn away, but the strokes originally on his body had also been ripped into a complete mess, leaving him loose and scattered.
In the end, Nuo hurled the character "many" at Yu with all his strength. While the other was picking up "many," Nuo fled downward in a panic.
As Li Huowang slowly crouched down, Nuo gradually reached the lower half of the tombstone. He crossed mountains and rivers, stepped over the farthest abyss, skimmed past pale and strange halos of light, and finally reached the ground, running straight beneath Li Huowang's crotch.
Lowering his head, Li Huowang followed Nuo and crawled beneath his own crotch, gradually sprinting wildly into the distance.
One of his eyes shifted above Nuo, while the other shifted