The wasteland.
A black mountain a thousand zhang tall thrust toward the sky like a sharp sword.
Rumble!
Rumble!
In an instant, the mountain shattered with a deafening crash. Countless fragments of stone swept into the sky, then fell from great heights, raining down on the surrounding area like an earthquake.
Crack, crack!
Crack, crack!
After the black mountain collapsed, the earth split open, and an enormous tomb rose from the depths, soaring into the sky.
Thud, thud, thud!
Thud, thud, thud!
Suddenly, the tomb's gates opened. The Dragon-Slamming Stone, heavy as a thousand jun, slowly rose, and the sound of orderly footsteps rang out. One black-armored skeleton soldier after another marched out.
An intensely thick Fierce Sha coiled around these skeleton soldiers from head to toe. They seemed like the most terrifying creatures in the world, yet every move they made was as disciplined as a rigorously trained army.
A quarter of an hour later, over ten thousand skeleton soldiers had formed five square formations, standing in the air.
Roar, roar, roar!
In an instant, the skeleton soldiers roared, their cries shaking the heavens and earth. Waves of sound gathered in the sky, crisscrossing and weaving together until they formed an enormous throne.
Clang!
A figure clad in a general's armor descended from the sky and sat upon the throne, gazing down at the mortal world.
Deep crimson filled the general's eye sockets. He slowly turned his head to look behind him, faint traces of seven-colored light swirling in his eyes.
Suddenly, he swept out a hand. The ten-thousand-strong army below seemed to receive a signal and immediately formed a long, single-file line, marching rapidly ahead.
Everything that blocked their path was trampled to pieces.
In the wasteland, a beautiful peach grove.
Hee-hee-hee.
Hee-hee-hee.
Countless peach blossoms