Fifty years later, on Spirit Mountain.
Beneath a great tree, a plump black-and-white bear leaned against the trunk, sleeping soundly with drool at the corner of his mouth. Who knew what delicious food he was dreaming of?
That was right-he was Gungun.
Ever since he had appointed Yellow Dragon as his deputy god fifty years ago, he had ordered Yellow Dragon to fulfill the duties of that position and handle the earth's Yin-Yang affairs in his stead. If something proved beyond Yellow Dragon's abilities, he was to take the command token to the Iron-Eating Forest and call on the Iron-Eating Beasts for assistance, or seek help from the Great Shamans of the Witch Race. Only if even that failed was he to come to Gungun.
Of course, in all fifty years, not a single matter had arisen that even a Great Shaman could not resolve. Thus, Gungun had slept for fifty whole years without anyone disturbing him.
Incidentally, although Houtu had ordered him to keep the Witch Teaching under strict control, he got along quite well with the Ten Shamans of Spirit Mountain. After all, he had already reclaimed their providence, so why be so strict? He might as well let them properly pass on Witchcraft and Witch Arts. That did the Witch Race no harm.
Mm, I can't indulge Houtu's little whims and let her run wild. That would wear me out... no, that would harm the Witch Race's interests.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!..." That day, Gungun was still asleep.
Boom! Suddenly, the sky shook violently, followed by a shout from Chaos.
"Great Red Heaven is open! The Saint of Grand Purity will expound the Dao to all beings for a hundred years. All those with the destined affinity may come and listen!"
"Mm!" Awakened by the thunderous noise, Gungun