The Valley of No Life.
Here, it was as if Heaven and Earth had been viciously wrung out by an invisible giant hand, creating an absurd and heart-palpitating deathly stillness.
The valley entrance looked as if it had been forcefully "gouged" out from the continuous mountain range by some unimaginable power.
Above the valley floor, a thin, grayish-white "mist" lingered all year round.
The sunlight that penetrated it grew wan and weak.
There was no sound of wind, no chirping of insects; not even the faintest whisper of rolling sand and dust could be heard.
Only a silence so profound it pressed against the eardrums.
According to unofficial histories passed down through ancient Jade Scrolls or by word of mouth, this was once the place where a True Monarch underwent Transformation Dao.
It seemed this True Monarch had reached the end of his path. With his golden nature exhausted and no hope of ascending again, he passed away here in despair and indignation.
