With those crimson stones, Di Fa forced a path through.
The sand and stones seemed alive, constantly devouring the crimson gems. Once they finished, they fell asleep like beasts that had eaten their fill.
Strangely, once they fell asleep, the sand and stones lost their tendency to clump together and began to loosen.
Not only that, they kept drifting upward.
It was as though buoyancy had weakened here and Zhong had vanished.
Lin Feng silently watched it all, his thoughts growing clearer.
For some reason, the sight before him brought a myth to mind.
The Drought Demon.
The myths about the Drought Demon.
As a child, Lin Feng had watched plenty of zombie films and read tales of the supernatural.
Among them were accounts of how zombies transformed.
Each had its own variations.
Some classified them by changes in color, while others drew tenuous connections, mixing folk customs with myths until truth and fiction were impossible to distinguish!
Some of those accounts linked zombies to the Drought Demon.
But the original Drought Demon really had nothing to do with zombies.
She had first been a woman.
A beautiful divine maiden dressed in blue, she had not cultivated her way to divinity. She had been a divine being from the moment she appeared.
She had appeared on the Zhuolu Battlefield.
She dispersed the dark clouds filling the sky, the fierce winds and heavy rain. With the Drought Demon's arrival, all the clouds and raging winds were swept away.
Later, she was also called the Goddess of Drought.
Yet once one looked past the haze, the circumstances of this divine maiden's appearance were murky, and her origins remained shrouded in mystery.
Later on.
Some said she was a deity serving the Nine Heavens' Maiden, while others said she was the Yellow Emperor's