The river wound in twists and turns through the mountain range; a hundred-meter-long giant python's skeleton floated atop the river, drifting downstream…
This giant python skeleton drifted in the river for three days and three nights, having already floated tens of thousands of li away.
Mountain peaks overlapped, cold mist billowed; several great eagles with whole bodies of black feathers, about the size of an adult, with golden eyes, were circling high in the sky.
Those few great eagles seemed to have discovered, in the river below, the hundred-meter-long giant python skeleton drifting along, and then they dove down.
"Gaa!~~~" Seeing clearly the giant python skeleton on the river, the few great eagles immediately let out cries to one another.
They were conversing in the language of beasts and birds; if one understood that tongue, one would hear them speaking like this.
"This is the remains of our Silver Python Beast King!"
"Our Beast King has been killed."
