One Strange Bird after another wheeled through the depths of space, heartless and carefree, never knowing fatigue.
Whenever each Strange Bird spread its wings, they stretched for hundreds of thousands of kilometers. A single flap was enough to whip up a world-destroying storm, and the strange cries they occasionally gave sounded like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
These Strange Birds were known as Ancestor Birds.
They took flight as fledglings and never stopped for even a moment. After wheeling across the azure sky for a million years, they would plummet, and the day they fell was the day their lifespans ended. Thus came the saying that they flew only once in their lives, and they were also called One-Fly Birds.
Over the course of a million years, countless lifeforms would be born upon their backs, forming a Great Thousand World of their own. When an Ancestor Bird fell, the countless lifeforms in that Great Thousand World would perish along with it.
Beneath these colossal birds, so immense they defied imagination, stood an even more enormous mountain!
Compared with this mountain, even an Ancestor Bird seemed exceedingly tiny.
At the mountain's summit, a Maiden sat atop a boulder, gazing up at the sky. As if she had noticed something, she suddenly rose to her feet.
"It's falling..."
She saw an Ancestor Bird plummeting.
"Uncle Qi said these Ancestor Birds almost never fall. If one did, it meant the bird was about to die..." The Maiden stared fixedly at the shadow of the Strange Bird in the depths of space. The shadow kept growing larger in her eyes.
From takeoff to its fall, an Ancestor Bird needed a million years. When it fell, a world would be destroyed.
Ever since she had come to this mountain, the shadows of those Strange Birds