[Sword Three] That Taoist Priest

It was the eastern solstice of the year, a day of heavy snowfall, but the flame was burning blazingly, never stopping, using its blazing temperature to devour a person's warm body, soul, blood, and everything. Everywhere you look, you can see desolation, with dead trees and branches, loess gravel mixed with white snow, and broken walls and ruins. It is as old as a city wall castle carved from loess. As far as you can see, the sky is blue, gloomy and cold, without a trace of sunlight. My ears were filled with painful wailing sounds from all sides, as if I was in hell. Screams rang in my ears, and I was so scared that I forgot my words and where I was. My mind went blank, and my empty pupils just stared blankly at the bloody scene in front of me. "What's your name?" "Yan Lin Dao." "Follow me to Shushan." Intention: