Within a certain desolate mountain range, devoid of smoke.
Here, a dense death aura permeates the air, the vegetation is withered, bereft of any signs of life.
Now, amidst the mountains, there is a white-clothed youth who is carrying a woman on his back. Her face is as pale as snow, seeming deep in slumber, yet appearing as if her life force has long been severed.
The youth is none other than Mo Wangchen.
At this moment, he had stepped into the Reincarnation Mountain Range. The place was gloomy, the sun obscured by dark clouds, and sunlight never touched this land. Looking far into the center of the mountain range, there was a solitary and lofty peak. It was rumored that atop this peak, an Other Shore Bridge existed.
That was Mo Wangchen's destination.
His stride was heavy as a mountain, each footstep leaving a distinct imprint behind.