Time flies quickly.
In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.
August, Solar Calendar 4423.
Old Spirit World.
The Proud Sun was hung high, casting down bright sunlight.
A gentle breeze rustled through, and looking far away at the azure sky, one could faintly see the towering Golden Sacred Tree swaying gently on the Heavenly Fields.
On the branches, wider than streets, buildings were vaguely standing.
The residents of the Immortal Realm were well aware that it was the dwelling place of the Gods.
Clang, clang...
The rhythmic thunderous sound came closer from afar.
A jet-black, gleaming train on rails shuttled through the distant valleys, crossed the dense forest, like a black giant serpent, winding through the jungle... accompanied by the loud roar of the whistle, thick smoke billowed from the chimney atop the engine.
As the train slowly pulled into the station, the patrolling Black Cat Guards immediately stopped and performed a prayer salute.
