No one knew how long the vast, white Celestial Tribulation lasted. Heaven and earth were invisible to the naked eye, and time and space seemed to have frozen.
Not until the creatures' vision cleared did they look up to the sky. The heavens were a vast, clear turquoise, unstained by a single cloud.
Mist clung to the distant mountains, and a cool, gentle breeze blew.
It was clear that the Celestial Tribulation had ended. The legendary seventy-two-strike, "must-die" Celestial Tribulation had finally concluded its earth-shattering display.
Suddenly, with horrified gazes, they all looked toward the valley floor, searching for the majestic shadow of the snake.
The Celestial Tribulation was over. So, was the Snake Spirit still alive?
This time, no one was quick to jump to conclusions. The Snake Spirit had proven them all wrong too many times, surviving again and again with unyielding tenacity, its shadow always standing tall.
