A gentle breeze stirred, spreading the sweet scent of Scholar trees throughout the ancient forest. Petals scattered and fell like snow, signalling the inevitable end of spring and the arrival of summer. The once vibrant white flowers were now wilting, fluttering like snowflakes, casting a desolate atmosphere over the silent Primordial Ancient Village.
The petals fell like teardrops, almost as if foreshadowing a great upheaval in the forthcoming era.
Xiao Chen had been silently guarding the ancient village for forty-nine days. The Dead City, a mysterious entity from an underground space, gradually began its emergence into reality.
On this particular day, it slowly ascended and stood atop the ground. Yet, it remained vaguely discernable, shrouded by endless mist, which gave off an unreal feeling.
The Dead City had not entirely penetrated the Human World yet. But it was evident that its arrival was unstoppable, and the day it fully materialized could happen at any moment.
