Primordial Wilderness.
Ten suns sank in the west, and night fell.
A scarlet blood moon hung high in the firmament, while Di Liu Jiang poured down in a mighty torrent, like a sudden, torrential downpour.
Across the barren land, plants and trees sprang up densely, flourishing at astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, the vast wilderness had returned to prosperity.
Countless mountains were lush and green.
The sounds of birds and beasts came from every direction. Water trickled, then pattered, and finally gathered into streams and rivers that wound for thousands of miles before flowing into the sea.
The dried-up depths and marshes once more brimmed with vast, rolling waves.
High in the sky, Dark Clouds gathered thickly, hiding the moonlight.
Traces of water blades and blazing flames intertwined, ripping through the void. Torrential rain poured down like silver-bright threads, densely stitching heaven and earth together and sealing off this entire world.
The scent of burning and the fishy stench of floodwater filled the air, surging and clashing.
Wisps of spatial storms were born one after another, only to return to annihilation.
Crash... crash... crash...
The thunderous rush of the flood resounded through the void, silver-bright waves spreading across the sky and earth.
Above and below, everywhere the eye could see, water surged and roared, churning like a boiling cauldron.
A spark of crimson-gold fire shot through the air at incredible speed, nimbly dodging one towering wave after another.
The waves crashed with a thunderous roar, and the currents they raised came down like an invisible giant palm.
The gale cut like a blade, ruffling every crimson-gold feather around Dan Xi until they stood on end.
The Golden Crow's eyes blazed like the midday sun, nearly setting this world alight.
Her crimson-gold wings snapped shut, and her body