The Ten Thousand Great Mountains stretched on without end.
Because of the terrain, there had never been a unified kingdom here since ancient times.
There were only independent strongholds.
Humans and Demon Ghosts coexisted here.
With so much land and so few people, the remote mountain forests were home to many Demon Ghosts, beasts that had become spirits, and all manner of other strange things.
In short, nothing you saw here was surprising.
Bloody battles between strongholds were commonplace.
Fights between the strongholds and the monsters and wild beasts deep in the mountains happened every day.
Yet a hundred years ago, a man named Yiha had burst onto the scene.
He had led his stronghold in expanding south and swallowing up the north, growing stronger step by step.
In the end, he had actually unified the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.
Although the scattered strongholds hidden deep within the mountains acknowledged him as their leader in name only, this was already the first step the Ten Thousand Great Mountains had taken in a thousand years.
The name Yiha carried immense prestige in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains. Even children who had only just learned to speak knew that name...
Connections between the strongholds had grown closer, and their resistance to outsiders was no longer so pronounced.
Though minor friction still arose occasionally, large-scale conflicts rarely broke out anymore.
Thus, when Li Ping'an and Old Ox set foot in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains again, they found a scene entirely different from the one they had encountered on their first visit.
"Bzz, bzz, bzz~"
The sounds of cicadas, chirping insects, and all sorts of other bugs reached their ears through gaps in the leaves and grass.
Little Girl patted her ears and looked wide-eyed toward the source of the sounds.
Then she