Five years later.
Time flies beyond measure in the Desolate Land.
In the dawn light, the ancient, continuous mountains were shrouded in a hazy purple aura. The whole mountain range pulsed with a profound vitality. Countless streaks of rosy lights shone, being nourished by years, it was teeming with life. Ancient herbs of some age could be seen everywhere on the edge of the mountains.
Surrounded by mountains, a mountain city was misted with a thick purple aura. Amid the dense aura, spiritual serpents danced. The entire tribe was surrounded by a rich spirit of heaven and earth.
At the pinnacle of the ancient mountain in the heart of the tribe, Xiao Chen stands with his hands behind his back. Five years have passed, his countenance remains the same, but the aura on him has become deeper.
