A black mountain lies several hundred miles apart in the Land of Bitter Cold, where life is absent, and everything is withered...
Yet, in this place, a shadowy figure is seated cross-legged.
He is enveloped by black haze, surrounded by Dharma Principles, and the sky above him presses down like a mountain.
It seems like a great evil has been suppressed.
But in truth, he is not a great evil; he is the Nether Emperor's descendant, Boxwood.
Years ago, he was sent here to suppress the Land of Bitter Cold and the "Yuan" Clan.
This cross-legged stance has lasted until now.
Just moments ago, he sensed someone approaching "Qi," casually unleashing an attack.
Within the black haze, a pair of crimson eyes slowly emerged.
Swish!
Seven or eight figures descended from the sky, landing steadily around "Boxwood."
All kneeling on one knee.
Each wearing a black mask, their faces and expressions hidden, only a pair of deep eyes visible outside.
