Each massive fox tail soared into the sky, as the Spiritual Mechanism stirred the void, attempting to break through the looming Map of Mountains and Rivers.
This Map of Mountains and Rivers transformed in the void, vast valleys stretched on endlessly, a scene familiar to the Seven-tailed Celestial Fox emerged.
"Wilderness Fox Hill!"
This seemed to be the most beautiful place in her memory, surrounded by countless colorful little foxes frolicking freely among grass, under flower trees, behind rocks.
On a high platform, several old foxes, seemingly like scholars, were teaching many little foxes to read, enlightening them, teaching them the ways of survival for the Fox Race.
But this scene made the Seven-tailed Fox raise her eyebrows, the depth of her forehead filled with unprecedented flames.
"Fake Daoism, you should not conjure such a scene, you have angered me!"
