He swished his sleeve, the dust before him dispersed, and the giant pit left by the explosion opened up like a Fallen God Mortar.
The molten matter on the pit walls cooled into an inversely growing crystal forest, with every cluster of crystalline pillars encasing the spectrum of the explosion's moment.
He raised his head, seemingly searching for something, and muttered, "Blown away to where."
"Nezha!!! I'm going to kill you!!!"
Immediately, Xiao Sheng's angry roar sounded in his ears again.
The crimson clouds pressed lower, leaving only a pathway of blue at the horizon, like a river leading to Heaven, with distant snow-capped peaks floating within, glinting a shimmering blue in the silvery white of the ice.
The surrounding was filled with chaotic torrents of elements, lightning stretching in bizarre tree-branch shapes in all directions, fragmenting the entire sky.
Xiao Sheng stood in the middle of the sky, the focal point of the lightning.
