Celestial Extreme Cave.
Night.
Zhang Rongfang slowly opened his eyes, coming back from a state of meditative breathing.
Inside the pitch-dark cave, only a torch mounted on the wall emitted a faint yellow glow.
The torch was about to burn out, and the light grew dimmer.
Outside the cave, the starry blue-black sky was faintly illuminated, with a gentle breeze wafting in.
Swish.
He stood up, took a new human skin mask, placed it on his face, and slowly walked towards the cave's exit.
The gentle night breeze brushed past him, like thin veils softly caressing his skin.
Exiting the Celestial Extreme Cave, a deep, white mist canyon unfolded outside.
But Zhang Rongfang's gaze did not fall on the canyon; instead, it landed on a lower mountain peak opposite him.
At the mountain peak, a person was standing.
Their hair was gray, a black cloth covered their face, and the corners of their eyes were marked with long crow's feet, showing their age.
