The place was known as the Vast Mountains. It had a spacious amount of land with towering ancient trees and strangely shaped mountains as its borders. Like a jungle rain forest, it was filled with the fragrance of aged wood.
Here lived countless powerful beasts. Here was also the home of a few small tribes.
The Barren Village was one of them.
It was morning, and the sun had just rose. A curtain of soft golden light blessed the small village, chasing away everyone’s fatigue and compelling them to open their eyes.
Smoke slowly ascended into the air as heavy aromatic scents seeped out of everyone’s home. However, there was no smell of meat. It was apparent that this village’s quality of life wasn’t very high.
There wasn’t anything that could be done about that. Even though they lived amongst many monsters, they barely practiced Taoism and had very little battling capabilities. Therefore, they had no way of hunting for meat. Rather, danger was everywhere around them.