The Legend of Zhentu Tower

The cold wind blew by, picking up fine snow particles, like countless pale hands caressing the earth. The sky was low, and the gray clouds were so heavy that it was breathless, as if the world had long lost its color. On the ground, there are countless skeletons half-buried in the snow, some as huge as mountains, some as slender as vines, some as ferocious as beasts, and some as solemn as gods. Their bones have long been weathered, but they still exude an ancient and heavy atmosphere, as if they are silently telling the glory and destruction of the past. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.