As the mile-wide geyser of emerald-green Wood Qi and warm golden-red Fire Qi arched out of the pit on top of Myriad-Pill Mountain, the entire sky across the Southern and Western Central Continent turned into a sea of glowing rainbow clouds.
For eight hundred years, the underground Wood-Fire Spirit Vein had been pinned down and choked by the First Branch Spirit-Draining Nail.
Now, with that two-hundred-foot iron spike ripped out of its throat, eight centuries of pent-up planetary life-force rushed back through the underground arteries of three entire provinces like blood returning to a numb limb!
RUMBLE—GURGLE—SPLASH!
Forty miles south of the mountain, in Dry-Creek Village—the hometown of the former Myriad-Pill Fire Boy Little Stone—an eighty-year-old grandfather named Old Man Liu was sitting beside a cracked, bone-dry stone well, staring sadly at his half-yellow wheat field.
Suddenly, the rope pulley on the old stone well began to spin by itself.
Warm, sweet-smelling white mist floated up out of the dry well shaft, followed by the crystal-clear sound of bubbling spring water!
“Grandpa! Look at the well!” a seven-year-old boy shouted, running over with a wooden bucket.
