The Mist Sea.
The Ruins.
The Primordial Era.
An ordinary, unremarkable village.
Lu Feiming sat on a little folding stool, quietly watching the blue sky and white clouds.
It had just rained.
The damp air, mingled with the earthy smell of soil, slowly dispersed in the mountain breeze. In its place came the faint fragrance of wild grass and Wildflowers from the Mountain Forest.
A dog barked in the distance.
After the rain, some snakes hidden deep in the Mountain Forest could no longer stay underground. They had surfaced and were slithering through the woods and fields.
Lu Feiming lit a cigarette and took a couple of drags. He rose unsteadily, walked to the Noodle Shop at the village entrance, ordered a bowl of noodles, and squatted on the ground to eat and smoke.
The noodles, mixed with chili oil, were springy and satisfyingly chewy. They tasted especially good when he slurped them up.
He was enjoying his meal.
Then he spotted an unusually tall figure approaching along the dirt road outside the village.
The man wore a grim expression. In a few strides, he stood before Lu Feiming.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Truth naturally gave birth to the Three Aspects... The Dark Staircase has something to do with you, doesn't it? You're the leader of the 'Solely Revering the Skyscraping' team?"
The man posed his question.
Lu Feiming had been happily alternating between drags on his cigarette and mouthfuls of noodles, only to be confronted by this oddball. Seeing the murderous look on the man's face, he knew the man was clearly ready to strike at any moment.
He swallowed the polite words he had been about to say.
On second thought...
If his curiosity had not led him to attend that grand gathering, giving the other party a chance