Few people ever came to the Ten Thousand Mountains, but today, a stranger had arrived. That was right—it was Shi Yongheng.
When he reached the Ten Thousand Mountains, Shi Yongheng proceeded cautiously. Deep within the mountains, human traces were scarce, and countless unseen dangers lurked. Even those who had cultivated to the Shangqing Realm had to remain vigilant and could not afford the slightest carelessness. He had no desire to die a humiliating death and leave behind a foul name for all eternity.
Shi Yongheng looked at the sun in the sky and stopped in a relatively open area.
After surveying his surroundings, Shi Yongheng caught a wild rabbit nearby, lit a small fire, and roasted it.
Before long, the thing on the fire no longer resembled its original form. It was nothing more than a charred black lump.
Feeling that it was nearly done, Shi Yongheng took it down, blew on it, and took a bite. He muttered, "Not bad."
In truth, Shi Yongheng's roasted rabbit did not taste good at all. It was barely edible. But after traveling for many days and eating dry rations every day, he had finally gotten some meat, so naturally it did not seem so bad.
After finishing his meal, he continued onward without any particular destination.
By evening, the moon hung high overhead, its faint light spilling across the earth. As usual, Shi Yongheng began cultivating.
As the night deepened, the moonlight grew brighter. A silvery-gray glow seemed to coat Shi Yongheng's body. At that moment, he stopped cultivating, and the silvery-gray radiance around him vanished as well.
A roar came from the distance, seemingly the roar of a bear. "Awooo, awooo." It kept him from settling down to cultivate.
The roaring drew closer and closer to Shi Yongheng. In the darkness,