As soon as Bai Qingyue left Li Meirong's home, he immediately departed the floating island. Lightning shot down from the skies and an oppressive air engulfed his malevolent figure.
The peaceful night turned into a fierce storm and the tranquil ocean waters became turbulent. As the dancing waves roared, a tsunami tragically impacted the isles below.
Meanwhile, the Fox Lord approached the intended destination, and his shape gradually altered into an enormous, silver-furred beast glistening in the dark, with eight elongated tails swinging behind. His majestic appearance was like an emperor descending from a royal throne, dragging a heavy cloak in his wake.
Upon the Gigantic Fox's descent, the earth trembled and cracked beneath his heavy gait.
A horde of fox spirits and demi-gods waited for Bai Qingyue at the foot of the mountain below, a collection of servants and warriors mixed together, bowing low and prostrating themselves in honour of His Lordship's arrival.
