Puff puff!!
Sheer cliffs rise a thousand fathoms, atop a towering mountain peak.
Scorching sunlight spills down; a small white-gray stone statue stands with its back to the blazing sun, silently descending, blending almost seamlessly into the rock between the cliff faces.
Looking along the trend, the gigantic mountain reaches thousands of meters high, verdant forests rising everywhere.
The collapsed and ruined corner of the mountain reveals a brown spire, seemingly forged from metallic material.
Near the cliff below, there is a nearly hundred-meter-wide deep pit visible, a battlefield scar once annihilating saints and angelic power with a single punch.
Cracks spread from there, passing through shattered stones and rolling soil, with moss and wild grass growing within.
The center of the pitted ground has accumulated much rainwater, turning it into a puddle.
And at this moment, under the silent gaze of the small stone statue.
Whoa!
