A mysterious giant peak that seems to reach the sky.
The peak is shrouded in mist, and the summit is even more enchanting with the drifting clouds, making it an idyllic paradise.
At this moment, an elderly man with white hair sat cross-legged atop a large stone at the summit, gazing into the distance at the similarly mist-covered horizon.
The elder, with his crane-like hair and youthful face, exuded an immortal aura, seeming almost like a god fused with the misty land.
Then the elder suddenly let out a long sigh: "Ah!"
With this sigh, his aged face showed a trace of grief, saying, "Shi Xuan, oh Shi Xuan! My beloved disciple! Xuan'er, why did you refuse to heed my advice!
The old man of destiny had already foreseen and warned me that you would face a calamity if you went to the Netherworld Purgatory, yet you! You just wouldn't listen! Ah!
Your talent is rare in the world! But you still..."
