In the depths of the clouds at Cuiyun Peak, standing on a platform halfway up the mountain, the Holy Horned White Deer gazed in the direction of Peony Mountain, its face displaying an almost human-like expression.
It was smiling, a smile that was extremely subtle.
Retracting its gaze, the Holy Horned White Deer looked towards the abyss beyond the platform.
The platform was neither anchored above nor below, surrounded by a sea of clouds and distant layers of mountain peaks.
From the abyss below the platform, there came faint sounds akin to a giant breathing, rumbling like thunder, and down the mountain, a purple light flickered on and off, in rhythm with the wind sounds.
