She pointed at the Tianchen on the rice paper with her brush and said to Zhu Minglang, "Once it fails, the world's spirit veins will wither at an extremely fast pace, and the mountains, lands, and rivers will no longer nurture the slightest bit of spiritual energy. The sky wind, like a blade, will fiercely slash across the territory, and the sunlight, like blazing fire, will scorch the seas and forests. The barren nature will no longer bestow food that can nourish life, and people will not be able to grow a single grain of food on the damaged land..."
"Yet, on this land, there are so many countries, so many forces, countless monsters, and the need for a large number of dragons."
"All beings are squeezed together before they have had a chance to adapt, like hungry beasts locked in a cage, the ultimate outcome being cannibalism, monsters eating monsters, the birth of a minor cultivator, the growth of a little young dragon, all atop heaps of gleaming white bones."
