The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, Little New Year.
Heavy snow fell thickly.
Endless cold and desolation swept across every inch of land.
The city in the distance appeared quiet and peaceful, but in reality, it was an abandoned ghost town.
The heavy snow was like a merciless painter, using pure white paint to cover up all the bustle and vitality that had once existed.
In the sky, snowflakes danced in the wind like willow catkins.
Before they could land on Luo Yan, they evaporated in midair and turned into water vapor.
More snowflakes danced in the icy wind, like a silent and solemn funeral bidding farewell to the forgotten city.
The prosperity and clamor that had once existed were now buried beneath thick snow, leaving behind only loneliness and silence.
Luo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze piercing through the wind and snow to fall upon that lonely city.
The abandoned city looked especially bleak beneath the snow.
The outlines of the high-rises appeared and vanished behind the curtain of snow, like silent giants powerless to resist the assault of the wind and snow.
Snowflakes landed on the dilapidated buildings and made faint sounds, like Death Knell wailing for the city's demise.
As he felt that desolation, several scenes flashed through Luo Yan's mind.
That lonely city in the distance must once have been prosperous as well. But the arrival of the giant beast, that calamity from the skies, had left it abandoned and forgotten.
Amid the wind blowing from afar, he seemed to hear the people's cries of grief. Faced with the giant beast that had descended from the heavens, how miserable and helpless those people must have been.
Whoosh.
The wind swept past Luo Yan, carrying a faint bloody scent.
The next second.
Luo