Upon the boundless hills,
one could see a straight official road made of yellow earth, winding and twisting, circling around each of the rising hills, leading all the way to the end of one's sight where mountains and rivers connected, and the horizon filled with vast white clouds.
On this road, a caravan was slowly moving along. The caravan was neither too large nor too small, with dozens of galloping horses, approximately over a hundred people, some carriages carrying goods, while others bore people.
Among them,
the carriage at the very front of the caravan, drawn by three blood-red horses mixed with demon blood lineage, belonged to a type of horse easiest to tame among those mixed with demon blood. Each horse was nearly ten feet tall and weighed thousands of pounds. Even without rampaging freely, merely pulling the carriage steadily along, they still conveyed an extraordinarily majestic and mighty presence.
