The Dark Lord’s Herbal Garden

Once a bustling and vibrant place, the Sunrise sect now lay in eerie silence under the embrace of the night sky. The lust mountains, cloaked in darkness, loomed over the deserted sect with an air of mystery. The green forests that once flourished with life now appeared as dark shadows, their foliage rustling softly in the night breeze.

The paved streets, once bustling with activity, now glistened under the pale moonlight. The intricate patterns and designs etched into the stone seemed to come alive, casting intricate shadows that danced along the empty pathways. The silence was broken only by the faint rustling of leaves and the distant hoots of nocturnal creatures.

Where once disciples and cultivators filled the sect buildings, there were now only echoes of the past. The grandeur and opulence that once characterized the Sunrise sect had faded into the obscurity of the night. The buildings stood as solemn sentinels, their windows dark and their halls empty.