The Black Dragon True Monarch struck across the Mountain and Water Realm for the twenty-third year.
On this day,
the Void was serene, the sky clear and bright.
Beyond the Three Mountains and Nine Waters.
Ding~
Ding~
Ding~
Bell chimes resounded through the cosmos, a Divine Mountain loomed majestically from beyond the heavens.
This mountain, shaped like a bronze bell, had its peak wreathed in purple clouds, amidst which strange rocks lay scattered like dragons coiling and tigers crouching; forested cities integrated naturally with the landscape, an overwhelming testament to its might.
Atop the mountain, a Daoist stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed upon the Three Mountains and Nine Waters.
This Daoist wore a yellow crown and plain clothes, with straw sandals and white socks, his visage radiating decency with an aura impervious to myriad evils.
He also wielded powers reminiscent of moving mountains and seas.
The Divine Mountain descended.
