Fantasy: the Book of Mountains and Seas: the Record of Strange Beasts

It was an era when civilization was recorded with tortoise shells and animal bones, and the wild wolf and his family had just separated. However, exquisite black pottery became popular, and humans began to smelt bronze. In the middle of winter, the cold wind is biting, and a group of people and horses are walking slowly in the deep mountains and canyons. The mountains on both sides are not high, but they are extremely steep and long, as if a giant snake stretching for thousands of miles has been cut open in the middle by a divine axe. The white rocks on the mountain are rugged and barren of grass. The stream at the bottom of the valley is gurgling, but it is as dark as ink, and there is not a single fish in sight. The mountains are dead mountains and the water is dead water. Under the gloomy and yellow sky, there is a chilling atmosphere. Walking at the end of the team was an old man with white beard and hair. He was wearing red clothes and a jade crown, and his eyes were bright. He looked particularly dazzling among the white mountains and black waters. He seemed to feel a little uneasy, and the pumpkin-sized head on his neck looked to both sides from time to time. The rocks on the mountain are all in strange shapes, like wild beasts peeping at their prey, and may pounce at any time. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.