The Sky Split Beast darted through the Void. Half an hour later, its two claws tore open the fabric of space, and a sliver of light appeared.
The sound of rushing water was deafening. This was a steep gorge.
Icy streams trickled down from the clouds above, their clear waves reflecting the red of the sun. Water plunged a thousand fathoms, shattering like jade, while the roar of the deep pools echoed on the cool wind.
In the middle of the gorge's surging torrent, a young man with a ramrod-straight posture and a refined, scholarly air stood upon a massive Rough Stone.
He was a young man of almost unearthly beauty, dressed in fine white brocade, his hair styled and held in place by a Jade Crown.
Clear, jade-green waves flowed beneath his feet. Just then, an invisible rift opened in the Void, and a small beast emerged.
Upon seeing the white-robed man, a flicker of fear flashed in the small beast's eyes. It flew down and landed before him, whimpering obediently.
