Deep in the wilderness, Stone Village. The night is like ink, with lightning and thunder.
Worshiping the spirit at the entrance of the village - the only surviving twigs of a charred old willow tree swayed in the wind. Tonight, no one in the village sleeps peacefully.
The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng frowned and looked at the baby in his arms. The child neither cried nor fussed, but had a pair of crimson eyes, quietly looking at the thunder above the nine heavens, as if resonating with it.
He was born here three years ago, accompanied by a bloody meteor that pierced the night sky. Where the meteor hit the ground, the vegetation dried up and all living things were silent. Only his baby was safe and sound. Because of the ominous image that flashed between heaven and earth when he was born, the village chief named him Shicha.
"Is this child's fate... Bad or good?" Shi Yunfeng murmured to himself.
Suddenly, the charred old willow tree emitted a faint light, and a gentle will came into the head of the clan leader: "Protect him. His arrival is not accidental. The balance of the wilderness has been changed because of him..."
