The Stone Monkey rises and falls, its color a deep blue, its texture warm and smooth, its shape indefinite, its force boundless, with turbulence spanning a thousand miles.
A torrent of yellow sludge rushes downwards, swift and turbulent, colliding and shattering mid-air, merging into pure white waterfalls, sounding like thunder.
Five giant fingers step upon the silt, the White Ape opens its mouth to swallow the river, ascending upstream, its presence akin to a dam, severing the river's flow, swiftly moving upward.
The sun blazes fiercely.
Thousands of Dragon People, Martial Masters, Demon Beasts, and officials are bare-chested, following behind; Salamanders, Giant Crabs, River-Opening Ox, and Mountain Boars pull the silt ashore, hurling vast amounts to both sides, occasionally mixed with burrowing loaches.
