Wei Yuan continued northward with the Vanguard, until finally his vision was filled with fewer silver frost grass, replaced by a type of grass that would bloom small white flowers like rice grains. Billions of white flowers gathered at one place, without swaying, without sound, each emitting a little bit of light, causing the earth to have a hazy glow, like moonlight, like flowing water, laying out a dream-like world.
Silence enveloped everything, Heaven and Earth tenderly lifted by this soft white light. Wei Yuan stepped into this grassland, feeling as if walking on thick velvet or a thin layer of water. With each step, those little white flowers would bounce away from beside his boots, then close again, with occasional broken petals brushing against his robe's corner, soon to be blown away by the wind.
He looked down, seeing his shadow cast upon the flowers, blue-grey in hue, not forming shapes, but flowing like water.
