A lone peak, at the cliff's edge.
Bai Yujun stood high above, looking down upon the mortal world.
Among the countless living beings, every creature in this apocalypse struggled to survive. Birds, beasts, even insects had all departed; even if not all had gone, few remained, with only a scant number left as the foundation for recovery. The whole world was far too quiet.
In truth, the World Will did not care about the rain of fire falling from the sky.
Whether living beings were plunged into misery or casualties were devastating, time would erase everything for the world.
Seas turn to mulberry fields.
The traces left by fleeting passersby could not withstand the erosion of the years. Only heaven and earth remained unchanged.
The dust would eventually settle, and the obscured sunlight would ultimately shine down. Perhaps in a few years, perhaps several decades, when darkness and cold receded, dormant seeds would sprout and take root. A tender shoot would grow into a towering Giant Tree, birds would carry dry grass in their beaks, wild beasts would drink from streams, and vibrant life would return.
The higher one stood, the colder it became. The wind made her long skirt sway, its ribbons snapping in the gale.
Feeling something, she looked toward the sea of forest inhabited by demon beasts, then smiled and nodded in satisfaction. It counted as a good discovery.
"Almost done."
Whether ocean or forest, the migration had been completed.
She had not touched the waters of Shengping World's rivers, lakes, and seas, leaving them for future restoration. The forests, meanwhile, looked as though they had been scraped clean. Mountain gods who no longer had the protection of Heavenly Court divine offices were also targets. Professional work was left to professionals; when it came to tending mountains