Chuanshu is filled with extraordinary mountains, towering peaks majestic and perilous across the rivers.
The sapphire sky stretches endlessly, the brilliant starlight reflecting on the glass-like surface of the lake.
All creation is born from the mountains, one star is found in the water.
Beside the lake, a figure sits cross-legged on a green stone, allowing the night wind to howl and leaves to flutter around him as if he were a living dead, his vitality still present, all thoughts extinguished.
At this moment, a faint fragrance silently wafts around the figure; in the distance, in the dense forest, a colorful tiger's eyes flicker as it watches that figure, exuding extreme devotion, as if guarding him.
"Junior brother, your cultivation has improved again."
At this time, an old voice resonated under the quiet moonlit night, carrying a touch of sigh and relief.
Sigh...
