When the dark curtain over Cuiping Mountain had vanished, when the Celestial Star Array had collapsed and the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun had fled in defeat, the land east of Chentang Pass had become a vast, drowned expanse. There, as the pass lay completely submerged and the dead and wounded were beyond counting, little Nezha—riding his Wind-Fire Wheels, wielding his Fire-Tipped Spear, and darting through wind and flame—was locked in a furious brawl with a black dragon. The dragon was growing ever more violent, savage, and desperate!
The two fought back and forth, from the sea's surface to its depths, from the depths to the sky, and then from the sky to above the clouds. For the moment, it seemed neither could gain the upper hand...
In short,
When Li Jing and his wife finally managed to make their way here, they were standing precariously atop a tree perhaps ten zhang tall, with only a few branches at its crown above the water. The waves rocked it back and forth, and all they could do was gaze helplessly across the vast sea as their son fought the enormous black dragon.
"..."
"Husband! What should we do now?!"
Lady Yin could jump very high, but she obviously couldn't fly... So, just like her husband, all she could do was stand atop the tree and watch the black dragon and their son Nezha battling in the sky. There was nothing she could do!
Although the tsunami had stopped and the ground had stopped shaking, it would take more than three or five days for the waters to recede! By then, surely all of Chentang Pass and this vast stretch of farmland would be ruined.
What a pity...
Their once-prosperous Chentang and Chentang Pass had been home to so many townsfolk, so