The wind rustles through the forest sea, the tall trees of distant mountains swaying with wave-like sounds, as if coming from the clouds. Despite the noise of the great camp, Xiulote still hears this wind through the trees. He can't help but pause before the royal tent, gazing far into the distance, where the mountains look like the sea, fluttering as if in the clouds.
"On the endless ridges of mountains stand tall trees, and ancient tribes thrive between the narrow valleys. The Serpent divine descends from the clouds, mingles with the divine bird of the Divine Tree, and births the divine descendants of the clouds, passing down through four Eras until today!…"
