As the sound emerged, all eyes turned to see a river of celestial water surging through the sky. Jade-like waves churned, white foam sparkling like snow, as two fearsome Ink Flood Dragons bound with Golden Locks pulled a black Dragon Python carriage, stirring up tumultuous waves and rolling surges as it advanced.
Qi Yuntian, dressed in a Fu Bo Xuanqing Daoist robe, silk tied around his waist, his wide sleeves flowing like clouds, bore a solemn demeanor. Beside him stood two Daoist boys holding scrolls, and he sat upright within the carriage as it approached.
In just moments, the carriage landed atop the First Peak. With a light wave of his sleeve, Qi Yuntian gathered the vast celestial water, as though tens of thousands of acres of heavenly water cascaded down at once. A great rumbling sound echoed, shaking the entire mountaintop gently. When the commotion subsided, the roaring waves vanished without a trace, leaving only a resonating tremor lingering in the air.
