Flood Dragon's Journey

After traveling downstream through the night, dawn broke.

At last, she could travel submerged, though the bony spines along her back inevitably remained above the water...

Meanwhile, the expedition team crossing the basin yesterday had waited for the floodwaters to recede. Strange indeed—there had been a raging flood yesterday, yet by this morning the waters had withdrawn. Still, they had to wait for the sun to bake the soil dry and hard before vehicles could pass, or they would easily sink into the water-soaked silt and become trapped.

The group stood by the river, discussing what exactly they had seen yesterday. Some said it might have been some unknown creature.

Suddenly, a shout shattered the argument!

"Look! What's that winding mark in the riverbed?"

The receded floodwaters had exposed deep, winding grooves in the silt of the riverbed. Even after being washed by the water, they remained clearly visible. Judging by their depth, shallowness, and width, whatever had made them had to be enormous. Recalling the legends passed down by the older generation, they understood—it truly was a Flood Dragon's Journey.

Torrential rain poured down, thunder rolled, and icy floodwaters surged as waves raced toward the horizon.

The rain went on without end, mist shrouding mountains and rivers. Countless streams converged, swelling together to form roaring tides. Having gathered enough floodwater, Bai Yujun sped downstream half-submerged. Leaving No Man's Land, she gradually came into contact with humanity. Aside from those standing high up who could glimpse a slender white figure in the River Water, few saw her.

With rain that heavy, almost everyone stayed home playing mahjong or watching television. At worst, they could stay home and play by beating their children.

Under the endless overcast rain, an old man in a raincoat led his plow ox across a bridge.