Outside Yellow Wind Ridge.
A bull-headed, man-bodied creature with hooves for feet, muscular as if he could topple mountains, respectfully waited while holding an iron pickaxe. Standing before him were several Mountain Guardian Generals, each exuding an extraordinary might.
Bull-headed Yin God gazed upon Yellow Wind Ridge.
He saw the peak kiss the azure skies; the gorges bottom revealed the Underworld.
Before the mountain, whiteness of bones pierced through scattered clouds, while rugged strange rocks piled endlessly, indescribable in their span, creating the Soul-clamping Cliff. Beyond the cliff curled the convoluted Hidden Dragon Cave, within which echoed the constant dripping of Dishui Rock.
He observed forked antlered deer with vacant stares, and simple-minded elk watching people; coiled red-scaled pythons and mischievous white-faced monkeys.
The sights dazzled with bewildering diversity.
Countless exotic beasts, of varieties untold.
