When the light of the sea sun pierced the rosy clouds and shone upon Divine Tree Island, the island, which had endured a night of smoke and flame, awoke in an instant.
The rising sun shone brilliantly, illuminating the enormous sacred trees amid the boundless waves until they glowed a translucent emerald. To the Four Rivers warriors roaming the skies and patrolling in every direction, the whole archipelago looked like a string of jade-carved pearls that a careless heavenly deity had dropped into an ocean of endless wind and waves.
That morning radiance seemed to possess some wondrous magic. When its first ray touched the cloud-piercing crown of the Cloud God Tree, mother of all the trees, the expeditionary army still busy extinguishing the lingering fires among the islands' greenery suddenly felt the trunks beneath their feet tremble. Then a voice rang through the heavens:
"Thanks-"
That single, magnificent word was deep and far-reaching, its echoes lingering long afterward. Loud though it was, it felt wonderfully soothing to the ear. The few stubborn embers hidden among the sacred branches nearby suddenly went out without a breath of wind. Blackened limbs, many more than half burned away, swiftly stretched outward, sprouting thick foliage before their eyes like images flashing past in a revolving lantern. Those fresh branches and tender leaves were so lush and green that they looked as though they had never suffered the flames at all.
Afterward, the reinforcements beneath the vast sacred trees suddenly felt cool droplets on their faces. A gentle, continuous rain descended from the cloud-wreathed treetops. Only after tasting that sweet, nectar-like rain and asking the widely knowledgeable old immortal Wangxiang did the soldiers learn that the clear emerald dew pattering around them was the spiritual nectar rain of the South Sea's Cloud God Tree,