After another unknown stretch of time, Mu Bai had become a cultivator who had attained the Dao, roaming mountains and vast marshes with his beloved. A wave of his hand could turn day to night; another could change the seasons. Meanwhile, humans and beasts in this world began slaughtering one another on a vast scale, and cultivators fought cultivators without cease, leaving corpses strewn across the broad earth and so much blood flowing through the surging rivers that pestles floated upon it. Until one day, an outside force shattered this world, and countless people from beyond it swarmed in, slaughtering every living thing within.
Then Mu Bai raised his arm in a rallying gesture, and the humans and beasts of the Inner World began to form an alliance. The cultivators united as one to resist the invasion from outside.
During one great battle, people of the Inner World saw Mu Bai and his beloved wife fighting the invaders high above the nine heavens. Winds rose and clouds surged across the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Bolts struck the earth, splitting it into ravines and setting the oceans boiling.
Only several days later did the dark clouds disperse, revealing a deathly pale sky. Clad in blood-soaked robes, his hair disheveled, Mu Bai slowly descended to the ground, dragging his beloved wife by her long hair as though leading a human-shaped kite.
Everyone hurried over and knelt in worship, but when they looked up, they saw that what Mu Bai was dragging was actually a green python, albeit one that had already acquired a human form.
Mu Bai's expression was blank, his eyes hollow and lifeless. He murmured words no one could hear clearly or understand, paying no attention to their kneeling worship. He merely dragged the green python onward, stumbling