The sun rises and the moon sets, the night stars shimmer brilliantly like a tapestry. The 6,000 warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe journey under the stars and the moon. Each one suppresses their momentum to its minimum, their former grandeur gone. Poisonous insects screech in the desolate ancient forest, the road trip is rough, the campaign underway is extremely cautious.
In the midst of the army, within a blaze of fiery red flames, a green figure emerges. The golden celestial horse tosses flames that fill the void, moving several feet above the ground. Its golden wings flutter continuously. Xiao Chen, seated on the horseback, grips his black war spear, constantly scanning the surroundings of the great wilderness.
A group of 6,000 warriors presses forward through the bracken of the vast wilderness for more than five days, having left the territory of the Gu Yuan Tribe two days prior and entering the even more remote wilderness.
Whoosh!
