The waters of the Yangtze River rose into the air for hundreds of thousands of li, gradually taking the shape of a dragon. Countless schools of fish and water demons were swept up within them. They fled frantically, but to no avail.
Slowly, the weakest fish and shrimp were dissolved by an invisible force, vanishing into the water.
As those weak fish and shrimp perished, the aura of the Yangtze's waters changed, and faint traces of blood spread in every direction.
The crimson clouds carpeting the sky for hundreds of thousands of li began to contract, slowly gathering above the Yangtze River. Their red deepened until they formed a winding shape like the river itself-a wound across the sky, vivid and blood-red.
No one knew what power those crimson clouds possessed, but once they took shape, their red light pierced straight into the river, making its waters seem alive. They radiated an aura of slaughter that sent chills down everyone's spine.
All the humans living near the Yangtze were startled awake by the terrifying sight. Household after household emerged from their rooms, draping clothes over themselves against the autumn wind as they gazed toward the river.
A great many scholars held their official seals and drew on the power of the Temples of Sages to send their divine senses into the air, taking in every change throughout the Yangtze basin.
Seen from afar, the Yangtze River was transforming into an enormous dragon made of river water.
His head lay beside the Eastern Sea, his tail at Kunlun Mountain.
His might seemed enough to swallow the sea, his presence enough to crush ten thousand mountains!
Every scholar was stunned by this immense transformation. This was no longer the Flood Dragon Sage's River Patrol, but the Yangtze River becoming a dragon.
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