Every grass and tree, flower and stone in the mountains could not escape his eyes.
A tiny ant was walking on the ground, tasked with finding food for the queen in the anthill.
The forests covering the mountains were its hunting grounds, its diminutive body shuttling through the dense woods, any animal with just a little effort could take away its fragile life.
Ants themselves were synonymous with weakness, but the ant, being an ant, had no concept of what fate was, only faithfully carrying out the mission given by its queen.
However, today something strange seemed to have occurred, as it had encountered an insurmountable mountain, no matter how it tried to detour, it mysteriously ended up back at the same place.
Its limited intelligence could not comprehend this scene, it could only mechanically choose to try again and again.
After a while, it seemed its efforts touched the heavens, as the great mountain blocking its path vanished into thin air, and it could resume its journey.
