Kailash.
Within the sacred and pristine space.
The clouds like snow, the sky like a sea, clear and unblemished.
A magnificent snow-capped mountain hung in the air, enormous and vast, with mountain ranges stretching endlessly.
As the abode of Mahadeva, and the sanctuary of ascetics, countless immortals and ascetics pursued the traces of Mahadeva beneath Kailash, engaging in rigorous spiritual disciplines.
Roar roar roar!
The roar of a lion resonated ceaselessly, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
Immortal Tuoti Zhe stepped out of the Tranquil Forest, gazing towards the lion-man flying from a distance.
He had an ordinary looking face, black hair, and his visage bore a determined expression. Dressed in an orange robe, his chest bare.
"This is bad!"
"Quickly, go and report to Mahadeva!"
Immortal Tuoti Zhe turned his head and shouted in alarm.
But in the middle of speaking, Narasimha had already arrived at the base of Mount Kailash.
