Boom crack—
A dragon-shaped thunderbolt, swift and powerful, descended from the sky, splitting the dark heavens in two as it crashed upon a towering mountain. It looked magnificent and imposing, yet the peak merely showed a shallow crater, surrounded by countless similar shallow depressions.
Such a divine thunder, had it fallen on a common mountain, would have been enough to blast the entire peak into dust. Insignificant here only because this was no ordinary stone mountain, but a mysterious Demon Mountain, full of spirituality. Its stone walls bore the traces of white bones, testifying to the countless corpses it had swallowed at some unknown time.
There was no other sign of life on the mountain, save for a Heaven Lifting Giant wood. That old tree, with its crown shading the sky and blocking the sun, seemed to be sucking spiritual power from the Demon Mountain, its crown brimming with bulging blood vessels. The Demon Mountain appeared helpless against this parasitic giant wood.
