South Sea, deep within Little Black Mountain.
The wild wind howled, continuous wolf cries echoed, a terrifying sound akin to the vengeful spirits crawling out from the Underworld.
If any traveler passed by, they would surely be scared out of their wits.
Under the protection of the wolf pack, a mother wolf, entirely snow-white without a single blemish, howled in anguish under the moonlight.
The white wolf's belly was large, it was about to give birth.
However, it was experiencing a difficult labor.
In nature, a mother struggling with childbirth means death.
If one looked closely at the white wolf's abdomen, they could see small things wriggling inside.
The child inside the belly was causing the mother unbearable pain.
Blood dripped from the white wolf's mouth.
That blood hadn't even touched the ground before it eerily evaporated.
Her eyes were filled with despair.
The child in her belly was extraordinary, born with powerful extraordinary power.
