In the innermost upstream reaches of the Nine Rivers Marsh, amidst a vast expanse of water, there lies a gray-green stone island.
On this stone island, jagged odd stones are everywhere, with no hint of natural beauty, and the circumference is deserted.
The only commendable feature is a dark pool located in the center of the island.
No one knows where this pool leads to; its waters are as black as ink, thick as syrup, inducing dread at the mere sight.
Fortunately, outside the stone island, clouds and mist spread across the sky, with towering waves rolling year-round, forming a terrifying barrier of cloud and rain, difficult even for Golden Core Cultivators to penetrate.
Yet today, by the side of the dark pool, an elder arrives silently.
The elder wears a Yin Yang Daoist Robe, cloud boots on his feet, hair bound with a wooden hairpin, his complexion rosy, with an indescribable Dao Charm flowing through his eyes.
