The Primordial Return to the Ruins Mantra

Deep in Yandang Mountain, a cold pool lies shrouded year-round in misty white vapor that never quite clears. Its water is bone-chilling. Even in midsummer, only the hardiest woodcutters dare wash clothes by its banks, and no one ever sets foot in the pool. They say a flood dragon lurks at the bottom. A hunter once grew greedy and tried to catch it, but not even his bones were ever recovered…