Pristine white snow covers the exposed black rocks, standing sacredly apart from the dark earth.
The shadow cast by the Eye Demon Worm shrouds the Gauss Basin, as strange creatures breaking the silence of the mountain's base climb along its tracks, like ants swarming up hills.
As one of these ants, Lu Li withdrew his gaze from the mountains.
The worms could not approach the snowy mountains, and he had to proceed alone, though not entirely solitary—
At the insignificant foothills of the Spine of the World Mountains, there existed a bazaar set up by the strange.
Simple to the extent of having only dilapidated stone houses and long-extinguished bonfires. But these were merely symbols, representing "this is a gathering place".
Many strange pilgrims gathered here or passed through.
Lu Li approached the gathering, unnoticed and ignored by the strange. For something much more tempting lay ahead, on the snowy mountain.
