Everything in the universe was undergoing the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death.
Destruction and birth continued to repeat in an endless cycle.
A celestial body constantly evolved throughout the universe, going from splendor to destruction, then to reconstruction.
Only one place seemed to have remained unchanged since time immemorial. No matter how the outside world changed, it remained unmoving.
Until... the Eighth Epoch...
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The sky was oppressively dark. Black clouds rolled and roared overhead like terrifying beasts.
It had been raining heavily for half a month. The rain had stopped less than half a day ago, yet it looked as though another storm was about to arrive.
Several villagers carrying Wood Chopping Knives and Back Baskets walked along a muddy mountain path.
They lived at the foot of the mountain and had planned to take advantage of the break in the rain to cut some wood and dig up some wild vegetables to bring home.
Unexpectedly, halfway there, they found their path blocked by a huge pile of earth.
"How did this mountain collapse?"
"There's probably been too much rain lately, loosening the soil underneath and causing a landslide!"
"Look, what's that?"
One of them had sharp eyes and spotted something strange exposed within the mountain after the landslide.
"A c-coffin?"
There were three of them?
The men were so frightened that their hearts pounded. They could only feel that this was terribly unlucky.
"Black?"
"Not all of them are black. The one in the middle is made of jade."
Three coffins stood side by side, with no more than two meters between them.
Two black coffins made of unknown materials flanked the White Jade Coffin, like two black-faced guards.
"J-jade?"
The men had thought the sight was too unlucky and were preparing to leave at once,