Douluo Heaven, shrouded in misty rain.
A vast procession marches through the rolling fog, bearing the mist and rain.
At the front of the procession, Ancient Immortals donned in robes and crowns lead the way in formation.
At the rear of the procession, other Ancient Immortals in splendid attire stand in line silently.
In the center of the procession, surrounded by seven Great Tripods, a Fire Cloud floats gracefully.
Above the Fire Cloud, Bai Mo sits cross-legged, a fox holding an umbrella.
Whoosh...
The rain falls heavier still.
The Ancient Immortals' crowns and robes are drenched, yet they move forward in formation, unfazed.
After all, over countless millennia, they have weathered numerous rains, becoming accustomed.
The two fox apprentices lean on their master's shoulder, holding the Lotus Leaf Umbrella, listening to the patter of rain, their wide eyes betraying fear.
"Ying ying?"
"Ao ao?"
They can only see where the azure glow of the Great Tripod shines.
