"The giant mythical creature strikes the water, hanging from the sky, severing the clouds, reaching the boundless void, and the endless mortal world!"
Yan Qi roared angrily and swung his brush, and the ink-colored roc spread its wings and soared high. Its body was massive enough to obscure the heavens and earth, with its black wings expanding almost to support the entire sky. Situ Yi's threads fell but were swept away by the gusts beside the roc, symbolizing freedom and carefree spirit, with nothing able to bind it.
Situ Yi tugged on the threads with both hands, a cold and unreadable indifference glinting in his slender eyes: "The mythical creature spreading its wings is a story from books, how can there be true freedom in the world? In this mortal world, the multitude is dense like the sea; the giant thing lowers its gaze, feeling pity, as the roc falls into water to become fish meat, and the god is born with a mortal heart to imprison itself!"
