Beneath the moonlit night, a cool breeze like flowing water swept past, and the rustle of fallen leaves sounded everywhere. Within Soulfall Abyss, a white-clad, white-haired figure walked onward, his expression calm and serene.
Over a hundred years, countless trials at the edge of life and death had long since made Ning Chen's heart as still as water, unruffled by any wave.
The silent autumn night grew colder. His thin white robes fluttered in the wind, yet the advancing figure seemed unable to feel the chill of the night.
After more than half an hour of walking, the bright moon rose ever higher in the east. Its curved half-disc illuminated the mountain ravine.
"Awoo!"
A wolf's howl came from afar, echoing endlessly through the ravine. Yet no trace of any living creature could be seen within it. Were it not for the scattered ancient trees visible to the eye, the entire Soulfall Abyss would have seemed like a land of death, enough to send shivers down one's spine.
Ning Chen walked quietly through the abyss, little change showing in his eyes. He had visited many such unknown places before. He did not know when even that initial fear had gradually faded from memory.
Bang!
A hundred yards away, the corpse of a mountain eagle fell and smashed against the rocks. Blood splashed several paces away, glaringly vivid beneath the night sky, as though reminding all who came why this place was called Soulfall.
Ning Chen remained silent. With a turn of his right hand, distant rocks rumbled and shifted, burying the eagle's body beneath the earth and allowing it to rest in peace.
Caw!
From somewhere unknown, the shriek of a black crow echoed above the abyss. Moments later, it vanished into the distance, making the silent night seem all