The wind and sand ceased their rampage.
The five-colored soil began to gather from nothingness and, in a moment, towering mountains emerged, expansive grasslands grew, and strong levees formed.
The floodwaters on both sides receded, converging back into the broad riverbed. They flowed quietly into the distance under the protection of the levees.
Swarming bugs, as if receiving an order, began to fight each other like worms. Leaving behind scattered limbs and wings, the few surviving bugs silently burrowed into the depths of the earth.
Receiving such blessings, the dead trees sprouted new buds, and dormant seeds started a new cycle of life.
This world regained its vitality once more.
Just as Professor Yao prayed in the 'Hunting words'.
The Academy.
The opening ceremony of the hunting party.
The fog in the hunting ground, at some point, ceased its chaotic roll. It slowly gathered amidst the echo of incantations, forming a huge vortex enveloped in mist.
