On the Snow-End High Mountain, the magnificent Ancient God Mountain unfurled like an epic painting. In the past, this place was imbued with a sacred sense of azure and snowy purity, but now the snow, the mountain—all had turned coal-black, devoid of vitality.
At a glance, it resembled a barren, lifeless planet cloaked in pitch-black darkness.
Little Jiuwei leapt across the mountain ridges. Its resplendent nine tails flowed like the brocade of a celestial maiden, standing out vividly in this colorless world.
It was following a scent and quickly spotted a massive totem atop a towering snow peak.
This totem was formed from dense clusters of strange red flowers resembling poppies. These peculiar blossoms were the sole splash of color Little Jiuwei had seen throughout its lengthy journey across the mountains.
Like desert flowers, they were startlingly vivid.
