Among the mountains and valleys.
Continuous heavy snow, burdens heaven and earth.
Everywhere is desolate, yet beneath the cold breathes an ineffable surge of vitality.
It's not hard to imagine, after this snowfall, it will be a scene where frozen ground begins to thaw, grass seeds break through the soil, ice melts into streams, and all things revive.
After closing himself off for a thousand years, on this day, Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes.
His figure was majestic, standing amidst chaos, eyelashes drooped like ancient mountains, dressed in a cloak made from white fox fur, silver brightness all over him, an unimaginable vast pure light flowing, even without moving at all in the deep bamboo grove's Cave Heaven, letting the passage of time, remaining unstained.
"Hum!"
Between the opening and closing of his gaze, it seemed like cold lightning as dragons, shooting out astonishing cold gleam; the heavens roared, a small world silently opened.
It's not an illusion.
