Wawu Mountain is so enchanting that one never returns.
Cenxu guarded the mountain for ten years. Ten years ago, my father walked into the mist in the mountains and was never seen again. He sticks to this place just to find out the truth.
The Yingzui Cliff suddenly collapsed, and an ancient artificial stone foundation suddenly emerged from under the broken wall. The scientific research equipment went deep into the ground and captured a set of strange oscillations, the frequency of which happened to be synchronized with the human heartbeat.
Among the remains of the landslide, half a page of a mutilated ancient book was found. The lines on it were strange and were not found in any official historical records.
The mountain spirits, ghosts, and miasma that have been circulating in the mountains for hundreds of years have never been legends.
Late at night, the mountains are quiet, and the old ancestral rafters in Cen Xu are singing in the absence of wind. His palms were hot, and the seven-star Tianxuan Seal quietly appeared. The source of all the strange phenomena in the mountains suddenly became clear.
The lingering miasma is the breath of the ancient seal leaking out; the frequent anomalies in the mountains are signs of unusual movements in the underground veins.
The Cen family has guarded the mountain for generations, and what they protect is never a mountain forest, but a line of defense that suppresses the secrets of the underground and isolates the changes in the world.
The mountain wind suddenly stopped and everything was silent. No one knows that the eternal seal deep in the mountains has quietly cracked.
