What happened next was all too familiar to Mo Ling; he had experienced it more than once through another's perception.
The depths of Heaven's End Mountain slowly transformed into a Sea of Blood. A thick, bloody mist spread with the hunts of the Feeding Birds of Prey, consuming an entire valley.
Even the clouds over the mountain range were dyed red with blood. Under that crimson glow, the vines within the clouds appeared even more bizarre.
"Why did that vine create so many creatures?" Mo Ling couldn't help but ask.
It didn't seem to gain anything from it, still cowering timidly in the clouds.
When the bloody mist filled the air, it would descend to the ground, caressing the earth with its fine rootlets as if licking Heaven's End Mountain. At all other times, it remained hidden inside the clouds, its purpose unknown.
And the creatures it created had long since proliferated in Heaven's End Mountain, becoming a part of the ecosystem.
