Water gurgled in the ditches beside the fields, reflecting the sky and clouds. Wildflowers bloomed along the ridges, white egrets fluttered by, and farmers worked among them, accompanied by the occasional birdsong. It was a picture of tranquility.
This was a world apart from the northern regions of Wuzhou.
Thunder Accumulation Mountain was perpetually shrouded in clouds and mist, as if looking down upon the vast, boundless earth. The mountain's terrain was treacherous, a landscape of overlapping peaks and cliffs so sheer they seemed carved by knife and axe, piercing straight into the heavens.
Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed on the mountain year-round; indeed, the name Thunder Accumulation Mountain was born from this display of nature's might.
Above the mountainside, however, was a world of grotesque, jagged rocks, swirling mist, and biting cold. It felt as if it were cut off from the clamor of the mortal world, a Secret Realm isolated from all else.
