The storm had ceased, and the five-colored lightning that surged like flood dragons in the sky had also dispersed between heaven and earth.
All had returned to calm, the lush Qingye trees rustled, shaking off strings of crystal water droplets from among their thousands of leaves and flowers.
By March, the heavy rain had lightly scattered, winds swept across the water surface, and under the dense shade of the green trees, seventeen-year cicadas emerged from the soil, their piercing sounds jarring yet somehow focusing the mind.
The Demon Generals, who had been kneeling weakly in the water, no longer felt the bizarre, draining weakness suck away their strength, as the chaotic Spiritual Flow and Demonic Qi on the Time Platform resumed their normal trajectories with the stopping of the great winds.
