It was said that two hundred million souls dragged the formation toward the sun above, the path marked by howling cold wind, obscuring the sky, casting the entire world into darkness.
The common folk were so frightened they closed their doors and did not venture out, sacrificing chickens and dogs, scattering their blood on the thresholds to ward off evil spirits.
The souls finally reached above the sun and merged into the formation, casting a shadow directly overhead. Instantly, the sun flickered and dimmed, pulled by the formation, it slowly descended toward the western direction.
People throughout the world were alarmed. Was the sun really sinking? Where was it being pulled?
Deep within the Celestial Realm.
A Taoist in white robes sat cross-legged, before him was a shattered void brimming with Chaos, as if Heaven and Earth had yet to form.
This Taoist had hair as white as a crane and the youthful face of a child, his skin rosily translucent like that of an infant.