Scarlet stained the earth, and every grain of sand shivered as the mountain ranges rose and fell.
Countless plants burst forth from beneath the earth, eagerly springing to life under the irrigation of what seemed like an endless torrent of Di Liu Jiang.
The bare mountain ridges around Baizhou now seemed to have sprouted a layer of emerald fuzz.
Life surged everywhere, swelling like a tide, its vigorous energy rushing straight at them.
The stirrings of birds and beasts seemed ready to burst forth as well.
Beneath the mountain stream lay a deep, secluded pool. The area around it was dead quiet, without the slightest sign of life.
Only heaps upon heaps of white bones covered the ground. Thin, black vines reached through the gaps between the bones, swaying in the night breeze as clusters of flowers like ghostly faces bloomed upon them.
At that moment, both the waterfall and the deep pool had dried up.
Moisture gathered over the verdant mountain ridges at an extremely slow pace. The cliff behind the waterfall, where a deep cave had once opened, was now dry.
Everything around them moved with glacial slowness, like a painting.
Suddenly, a rift opened in the void, and a figure in a dark robe with a saber on his back strode out.
His aura was savage, and a terrifying pressure radiated from his entire body. It was Pei Ling!
At that moment, he carried a woman in a dark dress over his shoulder. As soon as he stepped onto the cave floor, the rift in the void snapped shut behind him and vanished in an instant.
"Xi Zhuo" had her eyes closed, her long lashes drooping like feathered fans and casting deep shadows over her eyelids, making her skin seem even more delicate as cream and smooth