In the distant west of the Divine Realm, on a barren and lifeless planet.
A woman stood calmly under the raging torrent of rain that seemingly wanted to wash everything away from the world. Her white robe was stained with mud, and the paper umbrella in her hand could barely protect her from the rain. She seemed to be in this posture for a very long time.
This world was desolate and silent, so no one would disturb them. Time silently flowed by, and he did not know how much time had passed. Perhaps it had been a few hours, a few days, or perhaps it had been a few years...
At this moment, an old man with a bamboo hat on his head walked over. The bamboo basket on his back was full of fresh bamboo shoots, it was difficult to believe that this lifeless star could still produce a plant.
The old man was taken aback when he saw the woman. Out of kindness, he said gently. "Girl, why are you standing there? Are you not afraid of catching a cold?"
