The Age of Beasts

On the edge of a distant continent, there is a vast and boundless Everlasting Forest. It is like a huge green pearl, embedded in this ancient and mysterious land, giving birth to countless wonderful and unique lives. However, an unprecedented crisis came quietly like a haze, and a thick darkness like ink surged crazily at the edge of the forest. The darkness seemed to have autonomous consciousness, just like a giant beast that had been dormant for thousands of years and was slowly awakening, exuding a terrifying aura. The darkness was like a raging tide, flowing ruthlessly towards the interior of the forest. Wherever it passed, the trees instantly withered and lost their vitality, and the flowers and plants quickly turned into ashes, as if they were ruthlessly harvested by the scythe of death. I, Yinhe, as the current guardian of Yongyao Forest, wear a silver-white guardian robe, standing tall and tall on the knotted branches of the sacred tree, like a resolute mountain, guarding this land. The Holy Tree is an ancient giant tree that has witnessed countless changes over the years. Its branches are so thick that it requires dozens of people to hug them. The bark of the tree is covered with traces engraved by time, and the deep ravines seem to be vivid records of the vicissitudes of history it has experienced. The Key of the Stars shines with a faint but firm light in my palm. The light reflects on the lines on my palm, like a mysterious symbol beating smartly, as if it is having a silent and mysterious communication with me.