The scorching sun burned down, the snake congregation coiled around, stopping the flow of carriages and horses.
The carriage driver jumped down, picked up a stone and wedged it against the wheels, halting the team in a mountain hollow.
"Magnificent!"
Golden Wings fluttered as the Heavenly Centipede, Liang Qu, landed atop Li Xianghan's head, its hundred legs clutching her hair bun, gazing at the intertwining, hissing, serpentine mass blocking their path.
There were at least tens of thousands of snakes.
Vibrantly colorful, reds and greens interwoven densely, where tails were seen, heads weren't visible; where heads were visible, tails disappeared, creating an entanglement far more complex than the most intricate knot.
They relentlessly coiled and swallowed, rolling down the mountain, crashing onto rocks, surging into shrubs, exerting all efforts to breed offspring. A few stray snakes were thrown out of the congregation, landing at people's feet, scurrying away in panic.
