The monk stood atop the accumulated snow, watching as the avalanche triggered by the river's tremors poured down.
"Tusi, Tusi, something terrible has happened!"
"Great Khan! Great Khan!"
First came Dashun, then Southern Frontier, Northern Court, and Great Snow Mountain.
First the Demon King, then Great Demon, Demon.
Even... above the Nine Heavens.
Imperial City Pill Workshop.
The furnace blaze roared.
One Creation Great Medicine after another was lined up, yet those refining pills here today were not Dashun's first Alchemist Fu Shuo, nor the renowned pill masters like Tu Song and Yu Cong.
Today, all these great masters stepped back respectfully to serve at the side.
The one in loose robes reclined on the Arhat Bed, supporting his head with one hand, resembling a dreaming Arhat, eyes closed, not watching the cauldron's flames, only occasionally throwing a piece of Creation Great Medicine into it, causing the fire to blaze and rise.
