Chapter 3 Hundreds of Years Later

In the boundless sea of clouds, the white clouds and mist interweaved and surged madly, as if they were dancing wildly, creating a piece of music that had never existed in this world before. From time to time, thick clouds gathered, carrying a storm, pouring down from above or sweeping over from the front. In the chaotic world, there was no difference between the top and bottom, and no difference between the left and right.