The night was like ink, and thick darkness shrouded the Cangwu Mountains. The mountain wind howled, picking up the dead leaves and swirling them in the air, making a rustling sound, as if countless innocent souls were whispering.
In a hidden canyon deep in the mountains, an ancient altar glowed with a strange dark red light. The altar was made of dark boulders, and the surface was engraved with obscure runes. The runes were shining with a faint light at the moment, as if they were activated by some mysterious power. In the center of the altar, a young man was restrained by iron chains. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, and his handsome face was full of stubbornness and unwillingness. Let's see how the young man goes from weak to strong to reach the nine heavens.
