Primordial Wilderness.
The waterfall thundered, and water droplets sprayed everywhere.
After finishing his performance on the jutting reef, Pei Ling withdrew his hands and sat motionless.
Time suddenly sped up, like lightning, like a dream.
The lingering glow in the western sky had only just begun to spread when it instantly dimmed and vanished. In the blink of an eye, dusk deepened, mountain mists rose from all sides, and night fell in an instant.
The Dragon Race in the clouds overhead reacted first. In the blink of an eye, the cloud-covered mountains collapsed into waves across the Sea of Clouds, and their enormous bodies stirred up billowing mists as they soared away.
After the Dragon Race disappeared into the sky, a bright moon slowly rose, its frosty moonlight pouring across ten thousand miles.
The mountains stood tall and still. The wind died, the waters stilled, and in the quiet, the occasional drip of dew could be heard.
Mountains and rivers came rushing from every direction like a painted scroll, gathering around the Xuan-robed Human Race member seated cross-legged on the rock.
Gradually, the other living beings also came back to themselves from the lingering notes of the immortal music, then left in a daze.
The Spirit Beasts on the mountaintops closed their enormous mouths, which had gaped open all day, savored the wind blowing in from every direction, then descended the cliffs, turning back with every step. In the depths of the water, fish suddenly shot out of the mud, their scales gleaming as they swam rapidly back and forth, lost and despondent. On the branches, sparrows abruptly sped up, swallowing in one gulp the insects still immersed in the immortal music, then flapped their wings and vanished into the vast Mountain Forest...
The stream burbled, as if time were