Flower Fruit Mountain.
On the coast of the East Sea.
Snow blanketing the sky.
Mid-air.
A figure clad in a blue robe, with white hair and a tall body, stood against the wind, sustaining alone in the overwhelming storm. His clothes fluttered and whistled in the wind.
Clatter...
Below, massive waves relentlessly smashed against the cliffs, inciting piles of snow.
In the sky.
Just moments ago, the sky was so dark that thousands of thunderbolts were dancing all over. They arrived quickly, and left even more so.
It seemed like an unforgettable spectacle that shook the living beings in the Three Realms, attending and leaving the stage like a dream, a spectacle which was extremely shocking, similar to the advance and retreat of the tides. It felt as though it was just to celebrate something.
The sky was gradually brightening.
Flower Fruit Mountain.
