"The Peach Garden... has opened."
Tens of thousands of miles from the Wuji Holy Sect, amidst a desolate and uninhabited mountain range.
Atop the solitary peak of a bare Stone Mountain.
Three figures, their auras as deep as an abyss and seemingly one with Heaven and Earth, gathered here in silence.
Their forms flickered in and out of sight, a natural Dao Rhyme flowing around them. It was as if they were not standing on the mountain rock, but had been an inseparable part of the landscape's very essence since time immemorial.
One of the figures slowly spoke, their voice low and ancient, carrying a barely perceptible gravity and dread:
"That old bastard Guan Si Hai... he truly has some unfathomable methods.
Back then, we meticulously plotted to have the Peach Garden sealed away, cast into the depths of the Cold Abyss, severing all its ties to the mortal world...
To think he would manage to forcibly dredge it back up and bring it into the world once more."
