The night was pitch black, with the wind and rain raging.
Nine hundred li north of Tianxiong Pass, there was a Ghost Cry Mountain nestled among the rugged forested hills. The mountain's peculiar terrain made the peaks seem like sharp daggers stabbing into the sky dome. The mountain wind howled as if it were a killing blade blown by the wind, with ghosts crying and wolves howling, hence the name.
At this moment, lead-gray clouds pressed heavily in the night sky, and fierce winds hurled bean-sized raindrops onto the forest, creating a sobbing sound.
"Boom!"
A clap of thunder exploded in the sky, and electric light from the Thunder Tree tore through the pitch-black darkness.
