Deep within a vast, ocean-like forest lay the elves' old homeland.
This was the realm of the elven race from the prehistoric Narnian civilization. Although the Narnian civilization had vanished, the elves' homeland remained, continuously drawing adventurers from the Demon-Fighting Continent to explore and hunt for treasure. This place had once flourished. Yet, after some point a thousand years ago, it came to be known as the Prehistoric Despair Abyss. For any adventurers who entered the elven ruins, no matter how powerful they were or how many went in, never came back out. But dangerous places often meant treasure troves. Thus, despite its extreme peril, countless adventurers driven by luck and dreams of fortune continued to throw themselves into it.
This had continued for over a thousand years. Neither greed nor the spirit of adventure had been worn away by time. Today, another group of adventurers had arrived at the Prehistoric Despair Abyss.
This time, they were brimming with confidence!
Because their leader was Long Xiaotian. A figure shrouded in legend and miracles; a legend who had risen from a battle aura apprentice to a legendary Sword God in merely ten years; a supreme expert who had left tale after tale across countless duchies, kingdoms, and even empires.
He was an undefeated legend!
There were more than a thousand adventurers this time. Yet every one of them believed that they would certainly conquer the Prehistoric Despair Abyss, taking all its treasures and divine artifacts.
However, when they arrived outside the elven ruins in high spirits and full of confidence, they found someone already standing before the entrance, his hands clasped behind his back, aloof from the world.
The adventurers paid him no mind, assuming he was an adventurer like themselves. Yet none of them noticed that a scruffy young man