The Mysterious World. In a tranquil mountain range.
It was early morning, at the moment when day and night interchanged, the mist in the forest dissipated gradually with the rising sun, revealing the lush scenery of the mountains.
Occasionally, the forest was filled with soft chirping from birds and beasts, bringing a bit of liveliness to this mountain forest.
Bang!
Suddenly, a violent noise echoed from the southwest corner of the mountain range.
The sound was immense, as if a giant object had fallen from the sky. It collided with the hard ground, creating a depression.
Dust danced around the depression, and amidst the hazy yellow, a figure could be vaguely seen gradually walking out from the center of the dust.
He coughed dryly, holding a three-foot-long sharp blade in one hand, lightly patting off the dust that had stained his body with the other, his expression tranquil, his clear eyes scanning the forest.
