The gray clouds scattered.
Li Xing floated in mid-air, looking down at the crumbling mountain range below.
Huge chunks of rock rolled down, smashing onto the ground and sending up towering plumes of dust.
The purple liquid that had flowed for over three hundred years finally dried up, leaving scorched black marks on the rock.
A gentle breeze blew past, carrying the earthy scent of the soil.
The long-lost scent of soil, free from the stench of rot.
He raised his head and looked at the sky. The gray clouds were rapidly thinning and dispersing.
It was as if something was being drawn out from within, causing them to break apart in large swathes.
Sunlight poured down through the cracks, casting pillar after pillar of light.
It fell upon the cracked earth, upon the stones that had not seen sunlight for over three hundred years.
The first ray of sunlight landed on Li Xing. He opened his palm, feeling a familiar warmth.
He squinted, savoring the warmth.
