Throughout the year's end, Three Pure Mountain no longer rained down Spiritual Mountains, and the canopy of the Jianmu tree ceased to gleam brightly. The split forms of the Twelve Demon Ancestors stood tall as mountain ranges just outside Nanshui, with demons and humans alike preparing for the funeral of an Immortal. As Qingcang should be entering slumber to accumulate power,
she continued to dedicate herself to improving the techniques of Five Spirits Valley, printing, and papermaking, as well as contemplating the future advancements and reflections on the human race's systems.
She carved out new paths, even if it was just laying the first brick.
Finally, Qingcang fell, her powers beginning to converge and accumulate according to the original plan.
