Time flies, half a year has already passed.
The golden desert is bleak and lonely. The war of the Ancestral God has long ended, everyone has left, and the desert is void of life. It lacks greenery; vast and desolate, it is a place forgotten by all.
The huge stone statue stands alone under the swirling dark clouds on the spatial rift. Towering like the Ancient Demon Mountain, it faces the direction of the Longevity Continent. It seems to be looking afar, yearning...
After half a year, the wind finally stirs again. The lifeless desert gains a hint of vitality. The powerful wind cuts through the golden desert, throwing dust into the air. The enormous stone statue is swallowed up by the yellowish blur, the dust shielding the sun. The drifting dark clouds sway and seem ready to dissipate at any moment.
In the wind, the whimpering sound of a snow-white little beast can be heard. It has been guarding the towering stone statue for half a year.
