River maples and fishing lights shone through rising smoke,
Swaying, rocking, lulling people to sleep.
A thousand lords entered the world; a hundred realms lay hushed,
A fleeting dream of Southern Bough, from dawn to dusk...
Far away, beyond Broken Cliff on the horizon, the scout put away the Divine Feather Bird that had finished delivering its message. When he looked at the great snake again, he saw it merely staring blankly at the little boy's corpse on its body...
And on the ground, another word had appeared:
Run...
It could no longer flee.
It could only urge this scout sent by the Human Emperor to flee quickly. Anyone who touched that Red Mist would meet with calamity.
It had already fulfilled its promise to the little boy. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore...
Days, months, and years passed; years, months, and days returned.
Some debts could be repaid, and some could never be.
A golden light flared between heaven and earth, and two figures descended gracefully.
Su Mo stared blankly at the Red Mist filling the sky above Broken Cliff. The unease in his heart finally had an explanation.
The National Fortune Power within the Red Mist showed no change in its perceptions, as though it could not see the Red Mist.
What the National Fortune Power could not see, Su Mo did not know of.
Seeing Su Mo suddenly descend, the scout seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and immediately knelt on the ground...
Su Mo slowly walked up to the great snake. Looking at the little boy behind it, he fell into a daze. Gradually, he recalled the scene of his first encounter with this great snake.
Back then, he had emerged from the Divine Realm and seen this great snake trying to eat this child