A wonder falling down from heaven! A boy possessed by strange blood! Gods tremble! Demons flee! A boy from the land of Dong Zhou. A pink skull as his sworn friend until death. A story of a determined warrior struggling for power. A legend that shakes the galaxy and disturbs the worlds of god, demon and man.
Time rolled on, and it seemed as if over half-a-month had passed in an instant.
The caravan hadn't bumped into any severely perilous situation over this period of time. In fact, these people hadn't experienced any massive attack even though the eastern area was occupied by the flying-class demon beasts.
The caravan had been in the peripheral zone of the eastern area these days. And, they were now only a few days away from their destination — the Rising Sun City. Therefore, the atmosphere in the entire caravan had gradually become relaxed.
It was noontime when the caravan arrived in the vicinity of a majestic mountain range.
The mountain range was undulating, and the shape of most of the peaks was dangerously steep… like towering bamboo shoots stretched out of the ground. Myriads of luxuriant trees could be seen on these towering peaks as far as the eye could see. They constituted a beautiful landscape of a mighty mountain.