Wandering in the Classic of Mountains and Seas

The wine in the bronze pot reflected the sky fire, turning the three thousand years of wind and frost in the Wandering Master's wrinkles into amber. He squatted on the bank of Leize and watched his reflection overlap and separate from the thunder god with a dragon head and body. "The bones of innate gods and demons are best brewed into wine." The master knocked on the demon refining pot on his waist, and the Taotie pattern on the pot body suddenly opened his third eye, "When Gonggong crashed into the mountain last time, I saved the severed vertebrae..." Before he finished speaking, the entire body of water suddenly hung upside down. Countless silverbaits remain swimming and frozen in the air, and the water surface turns into a mirror reflecting the starry sky. A figure with disheveled hair and bare feet walked out of the Milky Way, causing ripples in the stars with every step. "Qinglian." The man spoke, spitting out the first storm of chaos, "You have been hiding in this skin for too long." Nine jade congs slipped from the master's sleeves and were arranged in nine palaces in front of him. The oldest piece of Hongshan jade cong is still stained with mud stains from when Nuwa kneaded the earth to create a human being. "I forgot." He raised his head and drank the wine from the pot, "but the pot remembers." The demon refining pot suddenly surged, and seven chains flew out of the pot's mouth - they were immortal binding ropes refined with the Big Dipper. As the figure in the starry sky sneered, the entire Leize water rose into the sky and turned into millions of water arrows...