Early morning, under the shining sunlight, the mist enshrouded earth as the floodwaters gradually receded.
A human tribe was migrating from the mountains to the plains.
"It's all good now."
They excitedly discussed as they migrated.
"The great disaster has passed, there won't be a flood for 129,000 years."
"We can establish a new homeland at the foot of the mountain!"
The tribe members were overjoyed and inspired.
At the forefront of the procession, a bird-bodied, human-faced Demon Immortal was guiding the tribe to find fertile land.
The Clan Leader was filled with gratitude.
"Great favor from the Wood Spirit, I will surely erect a statue for you!"
He said so.
The Wood Spirit had a smile plastered across his face.
He looked towards the vast plain, which was already settled by many creatures and flourishing.
Various tribes were building villages, tilling the wilderness, preparing to sow seeds, welcoming a new era.
