He saw a palace forged from steel, where Jiutun Tongzi raised his cup in a drunken celebration atop Danbo Mountain, surrounded by tens of thousands of evil spirits celebrating and jesting, while mounds of corpses lay beside the bonfire feast, with blood flowing down from Danbo Mountain all the way to Lake Biwa.
He saw the snow-covered Mount Fuji, where a blueish flame surged at the foot of the mountain, and Qing Ji, still in the form of a green snake, with her hair disheveled, laughed wildly and screamed as she unleashed a sea of fire above her. Everywhere she went became scorched earth, transforming the entire land of Fusang into a dry, cracked desert.
Scenes flashed before his eyes.
Su Ziyu saw a Guhuo Bird in the Maple Forest, its wings dyed with blood, saw a colossal nine-tailed fox rising in Qingqiu, saw a Phoenix Fire cloaked in black flames over Ghost Capital, saw the great tengu stirring up a gale atop Nachi Mountain...
Lastly.
