it's night. The South Valley is shrouded in darkness. The stars are scattered in the valley, which is thousands of miles around. It's quiet and quiet. The monks of each cave in the valley have already returned to the mansion for practice, and a thin cloud of multicolored smoke pervades the mountains and rivers.

after midnight, there was a dark fog that was not easy to detect at tujun cave, and it slowly drifted to the bone burial cave hundreds of miles away.

in a few days, the tall grass and bushes ripples in waves, and rush to all directions. After a few rest, they return to peace.

the night...