The wind howled without cease. The ancient cypresses in One-Thatch Studio were protected by formations, so there was no fear of them falling, but the willow branches far beyond the window had long since been blown horizontal. Many had already snapped, like waterweed in a raging current.
Little Lotus sat before the window, watching this scene. Countless terrifying waves rose in her heart as if it were a lake, but she dared let none of it show. She bit her lips tightly, faint traces of blood appearing.
The ruby earring swayed gently beneath her earlobe, as if formed from congealed blood, exquisitely beautiful and somewhat uncanny.
The wind and waves in the deep ocean were even more treacherous. Like enormous azure walls, they rose and fell, smashing untold schools of fish to death.
The rumbling in the Great Whirlpool grew still more deafening, like thunder, yet it could not drown out the Yin Phoenix's cries high in the sky.
Drawn by the phoenix's cries and the Feather Talisman, more and more Yaoshou swam over from every part of the ocean, tracing countless white lines across the surface.
The first few Yaoshou to arrive had already died as their bodies dissolved into blood beside the whirlpool, giving off a powerful bloody stench that even the endless seawater pouring underground could not dilute.
This was far out in the deepest reaches of the ocean. Even waves this enormous would take many days to reach the Chaotian Continent.
The East Sea shore was calm. The early spring breeze brushed lightly over the wild grass, and the yellow talisman papers on the cliff face trembled gently, without even a rustle.
The Fruitful Accomplishment Temple's Sutra Lecture Hall Chief Seat and the Shitai from Water-Moon Convent sat amid the deep grass,