The Fog of Panlong Ancient City

The wind howls from the cliffs of Chipa Plateau, kicking up clouds of dust. Here is a witness to the prosperity of the past, but now only ruins remain. The sun shines dappledly through the sparse clouds on this desolate land, as if telling an unknown past. Lin Xuan stood on the edge of the plateau, looking deeply at the ruins below. He is a young explorer who is curious about unknown history. He has a slim build, a resolute face, and a searching light in his eyes. His clothes are simple and practical, with a green shirt fluttering in the wind and an old wooden sword in his hand, which makes him look rather clumsy. "This place used to be so prosperous." Lin Xuan said to himself, his voice echoing on the empty plateau. He took out a yellowed book from his arms, which was a chronicle of immortals and demons that he found in the ruins of an ancient temple. The book records the stories of immortals and demons, and also mentions some clues that may be hidden deep in this plateau. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.