Lu Yuan strolled aimlessly through the black void.
Underneath his bare feet were rough, hard black pebbles. With every step, their sharp edges sliced through his soles, causing fresh blood to flow.
Lu Yuan's body was covered in wounds, but he kept moving forward tirelessly.
Until, in a sudden moment, he... woke up abruptly!
"Where am I? Where am I supposed to go? Why am I.... so weak?"
Lu Yuan suddenly looked up and saw the murky sky above him. The black-gray mist pervaded the entire world, like milk.
The crimson moon hid behind the fog, faint and elusive, exuding an aura of strange and wicked malevolence.
At this moment, he was standing at the foot of an immensely colossal and majestic Black Mountain.
The Black Mountain's peak was shrouded in thick fog, obscuring its apex.
Looking back at the path he had walked, Lu Yuan saw that the blood from his body had painted the black stones of the mountain bright red along his route.
