A cool breeze picked up outside of the 10,000-mile bamboo forest. The red bamboo stalks swayed back and forth, creating a faint rustling sound. It was not like the sounds of nature. It surpassed that.1

Floating Fiend’s mind and heart were in turmoil as he felt himself becoming a part of that sound that surpassed anything from nature. It affected his entire body, until he was trembling everywhere. And his thoughts seemed to be fading into nothing. However, that fading of thought wasn’t happening very quickly, and thus, he had time to recall what had just played out.0

The ‘ten miles of sand’ represented the desert he had been to. The ‘hundred miles of swamp’ was obviously the unknown swamp he had fled through. The ‘thousand mile tomb’ was definitely the bare mountain, while the ‘ten-thousand miles of bamboo’ was the forest in front of his very eyes.0

The nursery rhyme had correctly described the exact route he took. It was almost as if everything from the moment he entered the desert had been fabricated by means of the nursery rhyme.0

Īt was a gruish type of godly authority. And īts name was: storytelling.27

By the time Floating Fiend’s thoughts led him to the point of being aware of this godly authority, he was defeated. His...0