"Look, Dad, look!"
"There are immortals in the sky, and they're fighting!"
"Oh my, could it be that there are Upper Immortals indeed?"
"Quick, kneel down, we must go up to the mountains tomorrow, sacrifice pigs and sheep to worship the Mountain God!"
The common folk, upon seeing several shooting stars passing in the sky, and that white tiger that still walked the skies as if on flat ground, knelt in devout prayer for peace as if they had witnessed divine beings.
Amidst the ongoing collisions, a Flying Feather fell from the sky, embedding itself forcefully into the dirt, nearly impaling a villager. But still, the villager remained devout, for in their eyes, it was an existence revered as divine.
Alas, the feathers dissolved at an extremely fast pace once they hit the ground.
Roar!
A heavy body stepped on a Flying Feather, leaping dozens of meters in a single bound, its sharp fangs almost biting the two people who were trying to escape.
