The Long River of Time
Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
The colorful lights scattered by the stars were so bizarre that it seemed as if the lights in the world had been crushed, forming circles of rippling light spots.
In the heart of origins, a mountain range extended and stood tall. It was entrenched on the ground as if it was tainted with a mysterious and distant radiance. Beside the mountain range, a milky way hung upside down from the nine heavens, heavily hitting the pond and making rumbling sounds. The mists scattered by the milky way formed a seven-colored color under the illumination of the lights. Many spirit fish were swimming in the pond. The lights were overflowing with color and soaked through. There was a lingering aura, and energy filled this place.
The spirit fish looked illusory, but they were also very real. Each one of them had reached the level of a Spiritualist. If they were placed in the outside world—even in the Great Wide World—they would cause a sensation.