Splash splash...
The seawater that flooded into Longyuan Island came fiercely and receded quickly.
It swept along the gullies, taking with it rocks and trees back into the calm sea.
Occasionally gentle waves washed over the beach, and after retreating once more, the soft sand spread across the flat tidal flat, like a delicate carpet unfurling.
It seemed everything had quieted down.
But when viewed from the outside in, one could see that Longyuan Island, which once resembled a paradise, had now become a wasteland.
The not very tall mountains had collapsed and shattered.
Ancient trees, centuries old, were ablaze with fierce flames, their fires undoused even as the waves receded, with faint arcs of electricity still crackling across them.
The Spirit Fields meticulously arranged by Sang Jinghe were fractured, their herb crops prostrate.
