Within the blue dome of the sky, an endless wind howled through the heavens at an unchanged pace throughout the ages, forming a river of wind—a true Heavenly River. Here, a river made of wind suspended in the sky was teeming with all kinds of bizarre creatures that depended on the wind to thrive.
And such a Heavenly River, crisscrossing through the blue dome, seemed dense and boundless. At a glance, it resembled a gigantic maze from which there was seemingly no escape.
The wind whistled softly, making a sound that could almost be ignored. This was a world wholly made of wind, a blue world devoid of any land, where the creatures dwelling within had no concept of earth.
This blue world maintained its usual tranquility, exuding an indescribable serenity. It seemed as if such stillness would last forever until a sudden tremor of the sky dome shattered the peaceful harmony.