It was a calm and sunny summer morning in the quiet village near the sea. Only one guard was watching alone; his cultivation was insignificant, and he stood near the gates, staring into the emptiness in front of him without losing focus. In this peaceful place, nothing ever happened, and it had never happened before. However, he stayed there every day, in silence and solitude.
It wasn't that he didn't want to sit, talk, or have a drink; he simply couldn't. In fact, he couldn't move a single muscle without consent and orders... that was his life, and it had been for decades. His only hope was to be summoned to the center of the village. There, something happened underground, and everyone who was summoned never came back.
