Above the Abyss, Beneath the Gods

Night fell, and inky darkness, thick as paint, spilled without restraint across Cangming Mountain. Deep within the mountain lay a place shrouded in fear: the Nether Abyss, whose very name inspired terror. Its depths seemed to connect to an endless darkness, where eerie black mist churned. Faint, piercing wails rose from within, as though countless wronged souls were struggling there, telling the world of their boundless pain and resentment. At the edge of the Nether Abyss stood a slender young man in blue robes. His name was Lin Yuan. Cold moonlight fell across his youthful yet resolute face, outlining his tightly pressed lips and his deep, determined gaze. A simple, ancient-looking longsword was strapped to his back. Though its blade was wrapped in cloth, it could not conceal the chill radiating from it.