A thumb-sized ant crawled, bumping into a snow-white skull, producing a dong sound.
Rolling, rolling.
The skull fell, rolling down the steep mountainside, causing a series of noises, disrupting the tranquility here.
Finally, with a thud, it fell at the foot of the mountain, wobbled a few times and then stopped, telling a tale of past cruelty and bleakness.
The wind swept across the land, making a wailing sound. The former battlefield was very cold, lifeless, devoid of vegetation, like a dead silent cemetery.
Countless strong individuals buried, innumerable heroes' souls cut short here.
Only, all the corpses were gone, either sunk into the soil layer or truly decayed.
Time can erase everything, even once great prodigies, supreme overlords, find it hard to struggle and resist against the years.
It's been too long, True Immortals died here, the blood of Longevity Ones scattered over mountains and rivers, causing many hills and valleys to be dark red, never fading.
