The sea is vast, stars are countless, and the continent is boundless.

This is just a nondescript barbarian tribe in an unassuming mountain range of some world.

This tribe, which should be filled with the constant aroma of cooking smoke and the clamor of voices, is now shrouded in the haze of war.

Whether it was a hut built of wood or a house piled with stones, all were engulfed in flames, collapsing into ruins and debris. Not one remained intact.

In the center of the tribe, there was a black pit over ten meters deep, filled with red flames, which was terrifying to behold.

... faces, filled with terror and astonishment. Some were laid out on the dock - a wizened old man with strands of gray hair that spoke of countless years lived, a burly young man strong and powerful in his prime, a spirited youth full of life, a woman as beautiful as snow, and even innocent and lively children...

Without exception, they all did it, silently and without a sound.

Fresh, dripping down from above, flowing ceaselessly, converging at the marks of either sword cuts or knife wounds, gathering together.

Stream after stream of ravines flowed, gradually converging into the abyss. Beneath the crimson flames, they dissolved into nothingness.

The scent, carried by the wind, wafted through the mountains, causing a chorus of roars from the demonic beasts within. They surged towards this direction in a frenzied rush.

A major earthquake struck, dust billowed in the air, and trees fell like soldiers charging into battle.

Who knows when this tribe about to be trampled by demons will be discovered.

The world is like this, death and destruction are unpredictable.

Ability, is the master of all.

Spirit Mainland, at a corner of Canglang Forest.

Whew...

A raging wind howled across the vast expanse of Canglang River, roaring like a giant beast. All people bowed before it, and even centuries-old trees bent low in its presence. Nearby plants, soil, and stones were lifted and tossed about by the swirling winds.

whoosh... whoosh....

Heavy rain poured down relentlessly, with huge raindrops accompanied by swirling sand and gravel whipped up by the strong wind. It was a painful deluge that stung the skin.

Not far from the edge of the forest, a young man with scars all over his body, clutching his mouth with his left hand, stumbled along, like a small boat tossed about in a stormy sea,随时都会翻倒。

Her left hand covered her mouth, a trace of blood still seeping between her fingers, falling to the ground with the rain and welling up again.

That slender frame, unafraid of the wind's devouring, not a wrinkle on its brows.

Even with footsteps floating, his right hand still clutches a chipped steel long sword, refusing to let go.

Now, this steel longsword is his only lifeline.

The << traces>>of color, even after being washed by the rain, still dyed the white shirt red.

Traces of carnage, with wounds fresh and old oozing blood, but mostly the remnants of slain enemies.

Breaking through encirclement, staining the path crimson. How many have fallen to his blade, none know for sure.

He was exhausted too, coming close to death several times.

"Hmm."

The torrential rain pounded on the face, which was contorted in pain. Vision began to redden and blur.

Whatever the circumstances, he still stumbles forward.

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Once he falls, there's no getting back up.

However, the dizziness coming from her head, and the spreading fatigue of a headache, made it clear to Nian.

If we don't find a place to hide and heal our wounds soon, we probably won't even have to wait for those guys to catch up. We'll bleed to death ourselves first.

In desolate mountains and forests, where can one find safety in hiding?

If it wasn't for the heavy rain now, I'm afraid the stench from that place would have already attracted wild animals.

Splish splash.

Suddenly, in the not-so-distant distance, a grove of trees shook violently.

"Who?"

Like a startled bird, the year suddenly drew its sword and struck out with it.

A sword thrust into the thicket, yet met with nothing.

Seeing this, the year only felt relieved and sheathed her steel longsword.

Mountains.

Just as he was about to leave, he faintly saw a dark corner in the direction that the sword pointed.

Don't dwell on the past for too long, let it go, and clear those thorns.

It's indeed a mountain.

Suddenly, the old man's face lit up with a smile as he walked into the mountain, limping with his injury.

A surge of energy courses through him, he raises his sword once more, ready to face whatever dangers lie ahead.

This is an uninhabited mountain, but who knows if there might be wild animals inside.

Every step of the journey was a near-death experience, every year fraught with peril. I dared not relax for even a moment.

"Oh my god, it seems like the heavens really want to destroy me!"

As soon as he stepped into the pitch-black mountains, Nian saw a pair of eerie green eyes staring at him from afar.

Night vision, that's definitely wild.

Here it is!

The sword in his hand let out a clear ringing sound, swiftly drawing a blossom of blades and aiming straight for those twin emerald eyes.

Click.

Thunder and lightning gathered, and the mountains faintly glowed with a hint of light.

Only this year did I see it, the sword pointed at, a small and delicate brain emerged.

That pitiful little brain, those eyes full of sorrow... it's truly heartbreaking.

Especially, seeing the snow-white fur, there is a bright red.

He, this little guy, is just like him, they both fled to the mountains after getting hurt.

Whether it was pity or empathy for a fellow creature, seeing the longsword about to pierce the fox's head, the old woman's wrist flicked.

Here it goes!

The sword came down, but it only grazed his ears.

This is a little fox.

"Woooooo... Woooo...."

A sound, like that of a dog but different, came out from the little fox.

That tiny, clairvoyant eye stared at Nian, as if to say: Don't kill me.

Sheathed her sword, she staggered over.

"Woooo."

The little fox was startled and suddenly stood up straight.

That toothy grin, it just wants to pounce.

"Little one, still fierce."

Seeing the redness on the little fox's ass, Nian pointed at its still oozing wound and laughed wryly: "Look, I'm hurt too. We're both lost souls, aren't we?"

"Woooo."

The little eye in the spirit’s head rolled around a few times. The fox seemed to understand his words, whimpered twice, and curled up again.

Seeing this, the old man smiled and took out some gold trauma medicine and external wound medicine from his pouch. He applied it to the wound. However, he then took out two small, dark gray pills and swallowed them.

"This wound is really serious."

Curiosity got the better of him, and Nian carefully lifted the little fox.

That fluffy little tail, it's just left with a layer of skin and its anus connected together. It could fall off at any moment.

"I just don't understand, who could be so heartless!"

He said, "The year since I left hasn't been easy. I tore a piece off my old clothes and applied medicine to the wound, carefully wrapping up the little tail."

After realizing the year's intentions, the little fox snorted twice and stopped struggling.

These golden plasters, whether they work for you or not, I hope they do.

After dressing the wound, the old fox stroked his smooth head and muttered, "I wonder if we'll be able to escape this time."

Then, the year knelt on the ground, adjusting his breath and running his family's ancestral exercises to heal his wounds.

"Ancient One, you find it hard to fly today."

Before the year had even rested for an hour, a thunderous roar erupted from outside the mountain.

Catch up!

Gu Yi, caught in her meditation, opened her eyes and looked out with resignation.

These bastards are really fast.

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