Translator's note: If there are any errors in this chapter, forgive me; at over 6k characters in the raws, this is the longest chapter I've ever translated, and it took me all day. - "Who are you?" Song Shijiu raised her gaze. The white-clad woman laughed, the sound seeming to have come from deep in the snow-capped mountains. "A Yao." A lonely ancient rode, sandalwood wheels; she sat at the end of time, the mountain and river exhausted, sat at the flourishing yin and yang, where the breeze sprang up and created waves on the water. The Xi Wangmu of folk tales had a leopard's tail and tiger's fangs, hair fluffy like a hoopoe, [1] but the woman sitting here now was weak and frail, and when she spoke, her skin stuck to her neck, as if even in breathing she was straining. She sluggishly raised her head to gazed at the heavens, and then swept her gaze across the withered and fallen plague worms on the ground, the corners of her mouth still carrying a smil...