The clouds on the horizon were dyed seven colors. All Spirits rushed toward one place, only to stop when they reached a certain distance.
Then they turned in one direction, as though paying homage.
The essence of Heaven and Earth surged like a tide, rolling in waves.
Across the boundless Great Wilderness, the earth grew heavier and the sky rose higher.
Heaven and Earth seemed to have gained a will of their own—or fallen under someone else's.
Stars beyond the domain flickered like human eyes. Veins of ore trembled beneath the earth like human blood vessels.
The ripples, the changes, continued spreading. They left the Great Wilderness, swept across the Desolate Domain, and reached farther, farther still.
In a village, a towering tree flowed with sunlight.
At its crown sat a figure, vast and unfathomable.
He was one with Heaven and Earth, one with the Void, one with the Great Dao.
It was as though he had replaced the whole of Heaven, Earth, and the Void with himself, becoming a world unto himself.
The sky was him. The earth was him. The Dao was him.
Beside the sunlike tree stood a willow.
Its branches danced, brimming with life.
Beside the willow were a six-story Little Pagoda, a five-colored sparrow, a vicious great halberd, a young man with divine wings, and a woman whose hazy, graceful form was beautiful beyond compare.
This was Stone Village.
They were, of course, Stone Village's Elderly, Weak, Sick, and Disabled Group, along with a little underling who was not part of the group.
And who but Meng Chuan could be sitting atop the Sun God Tree, causing all these changes?
"How fast." Little Pagoda swayed as he looked up at Meng Chuan.
"It's only been two years. He's crossed the Sacrificial Realm from the True