Three months later.
Fierce Bird Mountain, Tuota Peak.
Chen Jichuan sat high on the summit's rocky perch, with nine individuals below him, all peculiar in appearance.
The nine consisted of seven men and two women, each clothed in garments woven from feathers. Some resembled water, others fire, their countenances vicious and cruel. Out in the world, each would be considered a man-eating old demon.
But before Chen Jichuan, they were docile and obedient, though the ferocity and bitterness in their eyes were hard to conceal.
Chen Jichuan neither found it strange nor cared.
For the past three months, he had roamed Fierce Bird Mountain, selecting leaders from the largest nine fierce bird tribes among the thirty-seven thousand mountains, enlightening them one by one.
The fierce birds, once shrouded in chaos, only took on human form after encountering the Creation.
