Truth?
What is the truth?
Darkness covers that abyss, and despite endless ages, people have yet to unravel their doubts.
So? What exactly is the truth?
Zi Ji does not know.
From a small mountain village, she emerged, moving forward unknowingly arriving outside Luo Feng Mountain.
Staring from afar...
The mountains here stretch endlessly, rising and falling, like coiling dragons, or perhaps like wild beasts in hibernation.
Some peaks stand as sharp as swords, upright, as if to pierce the sky, filled with a chilling aura.
Observing for a long while...
Suddenly, a snowflake drifted down, bustling, instantaneously covering the sky and earth, clashing with this gloomy world.
A streak of killing intention pierced through from the void.
Zi Ji stood resolute, retreating several steps to evade the attack.
But the snowflakes behind her continued to fall, unintentionally altering their trajectory, transforming into a towering figure, wielding a sharp sword to slash down.
