[Sorry for the late update, I barely managed to write one more chapter before passing out. I'll continue writing after dawn]In the dawn, a thin mist shrouded the entire desolate mountain forest. Under the refraction of the fog, the golden light curtain shimmered with a myriad of colors. The cloud and mist spilled deep into the forest, blending together and making the earth look boundless and vast.
The desolate wilds spanned thousands of miles, silently standing tall like the passing ancient times, bearing witness to the ebb and flow of countless ages.
Wuuu wuuu wuuu!
From deep within the ancient mountains, a suddenly desolate horn echoed across the earth, its sound enough to tear the vault of heaven, shatter stones. Any lingering remnants of nocturnal harmony in the mountains and forests swiftly dissipated in the wake of these deep and desolate horn sounds.
