At the summit of the towering Huaguo Mountain, there lies a strange stone, about one zhang high and nearly five chi wide. From a distance, it resembled a man around one zhang tall, sitting cross-legged with his legs hugged.
"Whoosh!"
Accompanied by a breeze over the treetops, a figure in green clothes subtly broke through the void, appearing beside the strange stone.
This figure's presence was transcendent, exuding an aura akin to that of an immortal or sage. The color of the jade grass on the mountain peak and the occasional blooming of charming wildflowers seemed to quiver as if trembling for his arrival.
In the lands of Huaxia Divine Continent, apparently, nobody knew that this God of Slaughter, who had slain the Saint Zhunti, was not enjoying his newlywed bliss on Penglai Island but instead was in the insignificant tribe of Aolai where even birds seldom defecated.
