As the sun set and the moon rose, the stars shifted and the heavens revolved.
With the turmoil of the mortal world gone, life in the mountains once again returned to peace.
Ever since they learned that the great mountain might have a mountain god, many villagers had held it in awe. Whenever they entered the mountains, they were much more reverent. Of course, some villagers did not take it seriously, believing it was all fabricated, but they still dared not show disrespect openly.
Spring passed and summer arrived, while time flowed leisurely on.
The plants on the mountain shifted from emerald green to yellow. The heat of midsummer had quietly passed, bringing with it an inadvertent trace of chill. Even the hysterical cicadas gradually grew faint.
Now and then, one or two cries burst forth, as if desperately trying to hold on to the waning summer. In the end, they could make no more sound, and the cicadas' chorus, which had filled the entire summer, finally reached its closing curtain.
The cicadas urged the lingering heat to end, while the wild geese brought the new autumn.
Snakes were ectothermic animals, commonly called cold-blooded animals. Ye Qin was not particularly sensitive to seasonal changes, and on top of that, he was absorbed in cultivation.
It was not until a withered yellow leaf fell onto him that he seemed to sense something. Looking up, he said, "So autumn has already arrived."
In autumn, the forests were dyed in layer upon layer of color. Fiery red maple leaves became the most striking touch in the scenery, while the trees hung heavy with fruit and countless small animals darted through the woods, preparing food to store for the winter.
Compared with their busyness, Ye Qin was far more leisurely and natural, still resting