Killing Intent surged into the heavens, stirring the winds and clouds into turmoil.
Fa Jiu Mountain lay in the Eastern Wilderness, less than a hundred million li from the Eastern Sea. It could be considered close by, yet it had now become a battlefield between the Dragon and Phoenix Clans.
Black Tortoise cut an imposing figure, fully displaying the might of a Grand Unity expert. The hundred thousand troops behind him were no ordinary force either—True Dragons, Flood Dragons, Chi Dragons, and creatures such as Dragon Whales.
Vermilion Bird's side, standing against Black Tortoise, was no less formidable. Phoenix Birds, Luan Birds, Dan Cranes, and others stood in orderly formations.
When Killing Intent became sufficiently immense, it condensed into substance.
Now, two tangible currents of Killing Intent confronted each other in the void, neither yielding an inch.
Lu Ya sat upon the clouds, looking down at the battlefield below.
His gaze swept across Fa Jiu Mountain again, and Lu Ya could not help thinking of the tale of Jingwei Filling the Sea.
Muddy springs spilled jade-green waters beneath the mountain. Rivers flowed from its foot, emerald and rushing, pouring forth in torrents, flowing westward and eastward.
They wound for millions of li, magnificent and spectacular. Mist shrouded the mountain peaks as clouds surged, verdant greenery rushing and rolling.
"On Fa Jiu Mountain, there are many Zhe Woods. There is a bird whose form resembles Wu, with a patterned head, white beak, and crimson feet. It is called Jingwei, and its cry is its own name." The more he thought about it, the more Lu Ya smiled.
Jingwei was the daughter of Emperor Yan Shennong. She had drowned in the Eastern Sea, her resentment refusing to disperse, and had transformed into a spirit bird.
Yet Nuwa had not even been born