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The ruined ancient temple, the gloomy mansion, the crowd surrounded the bonfire, sitting in a circle, listening to a storyteller narrate ancient tales.
Such a scene was also marvelous.
The expressions on everyone's faces were filled with fear, but they were helpless to do anything.
The storyteller, however, was the picture of composure, wielding a folding fan that seemed to snap open from nowhere, as if awakening wood, and tapped it against his palm.
"Do you know which mountain this is, what tree this is?"
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The crowd was silent, unable to speak.
The storyteller smiled and unveiled the riddle.
"The mountain is the Soul-Devouring Life Death Mountain, and the tree is the Tree of Gloomy Yin-Yang!"
"This story begins with this mountain and this tree!"
"Before endless years had passed, at the beginning of time, the Supreme Elder Lord created the heavens."