March 14th, night.
In the northern part of the Great Spirit, within an unfathomably dark mountain range.
The night was dark and the wind was high, the forest deep and mist thick.
On a slope within the mountain, there was a bamboo grove.
In the bamboo grove stood a temple.
The temple wasn't large, about the size of a typical mountain god temple. It could only hold one statue and two side rooms.
The wind howled, continuously pouring through the dilapidated temple.
There were holes in the temple's walls, the doors and windows had collapsed, and half the roof was broken, leaving the other half exposed to the moonlit night sky.
The ground was damp, covered with weeds and moldy soil.
But even on such black soil, there was a person, devoutly kneeling before the ancient and mysterious statue, murmuring prayers softly.
"Great compassionate Iyamosha, bless me with success in everything from now on, rising step by step, fortune wide and plenty, all wishes fulfilled, invincible...."
