Who Paints the Eyebrows of the Devoted Lovers - A Feathered Wanderer Followed by Clouds, Drawn to Nature's Lively Charms

Before this, Xing Yan had heard the Lord of the Clouds speak of the evil demon Chaos. He had considered the matter grave, yet deep down he had felt little genuine urgency. Perhaps that was only human nature. Unless one experienced something firsthand, no amount of terrifying, exaggerated language could make it truly convincing. To Xing Yan, that great demon who had come from the depths of the cosmos hundreds of millions of years ago still seemed somewhat hollow and unreal.

Now, however, after hearing the Lord of the Clouds say that even Ling Qi must charge into battle alongside them, Xing Yan knew that the threat posed by Chaos in the Ghost Spirit Abyss was imminent-and terribly serious!

Over the next few days, just as Xing Yan had anticipated, the entire northern frontier of the South Sea occupied by the Four Rivers Dragon Clan and the Mysterious Spirit Monster Race began rumbling into motion like an enormous war chariot. Giant Buban carrying equipment and supplies streamed past without end; knights in gleaming helmets and shining armor flowed in an unbroken succession. Reinforcements answering the call arrived from the four seas and the Eight Wastes. The reserve forces of the central lands' Four Rivers came pouring out in full strength. Great armies now gathered in the northern South Sea, and wind and rain were poised to descend.

Amid this heavy atmosphere of sharpening weapons and grooming warhorses before the great battle, Xing Yan, a formidable warrior and spellcaster, had not a moment's leisure. That evening's tea in the Dragon Lady's tent seemed to have been his last peaceful experience for days to come. Day and night, he led warriors of the Mysterious Spirit Monster Race, several venerable Daoists of Highest Clarity, and the water forces of Lakes Yangcheng, Qu'e, Baling,