Zhang Ze rubbed his eyes, trying to look closely, but the 'baby' had disappeared.
Upon looking again, the Four Continents were round like an egg, resembling a blue watery chicken.
Except for the somewhat nauseating color of the Central Continent, everything else was exceptionally beautiful.
The continent shaped like the character for 'pin', with its rising mountains and intersecting ravines, looked like chickens, dogs, and ducks, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see the shape of a baby.
Zhang Ze furrowed his brows, uncertain of what he had just seen, but he felt it was time to return home.
There's no harm in going home to report.
Either the Four Continents or he himself must be ill.
However, as soon as this thought emerged, it suddenly became vague, like a stream running over a green stone, leaving no trace, uncertain of its destination.
Replacing it was another notion.
