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Hao Xian Valley, once a place of pristine beauty, was now a scene of utter devastation.
Foul-smelling black smoke drifted everywhere, and charred old trees pierced into the mountain caves.
The black soil was dry and cracked, the springs had run dry, and the bodies of animals lay toppled in pools of stagnant water.
Suddenly, the wind howled as a thick, viscous black fog rolled in from all directions, enveloping the remnants and ruins of Hao Xian Valley.
Spots of ghastly green ghostfire flickered on within the mist.
"Woo, woo, woo~"
The faint sound of a woman's crying could be heard, laden with sorrow.
Soon after, an old man's hoarse cries joined in, and before long, the sobbing of a little girl was heard, louder and louder, as the number of mourners seemed to multiply...
Among the cries were those of the old and the young, the tender voices of children, and the deep, resonant sobs of men, all heart-wrenching, weeping for the tragic deaths of their loved ones and friends.