At that time, it was also such a winter day when the rising sun was shining warmly but it was really cold. The monster who had been cultivating for thousands of years was hibernating in the cave. Counting carefully, he spent 360 of the 365 days of the year in "hibernation." Occasionally he would wake up and just open his eyes, look at the dust falling from the top of the cave, recall the dreams he had just had, sigh for a while, and then fall asleep again. He is an old monster who has been practicing for a long time. There is no need to eat to satisfy one's hunger, nor is one too lazy to practice for ascension. After wandering around the mortal world for hundreds of years, I became even more tired of all the worldly things, so I found a nameless mountain and built a nameless cave. I wasted no time and wasted the quiet time in my long life.
On this day, he was woken up.