It felt incredibly beautiful.
With his condition restored to its peak, he coiled around the stone, laid low, and slowly closed his eyes.
Months passed by, and the world at the foot of the mountain gradually regained its former vitality and bustle. Large creatures once again set foot in the territory that Cheng Zongyang had once ruled. They either foraged leisurely or fought amongst themselves, seemingly having forgotten the king that once presided over this land.
Cheng Zongyang seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss of slumber, completely oblivious to the changes around him.
Dust drifted down like a fine veil, settling over his body in layers. Fallen leaves danced like weightless letters, eventually piling up around him. Gradually, his once awe-inspiring figure was buried, as if the former king had completely vanished from this land.
Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, another five years passed like a fleeting shadow.
