The woman raised her hand, trembling slightly, and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. The tears shimmered on her fingertips, seeming to carry an endless sorrow. Taking a deep breath, she slowly began to speak, her voice tinged with a sense of vicissitude and desolation: "Elder Brother, I am Niu Tiedan, and my son is Niu Shenwu. Our Five-Color Divine Ox Clan once multiplied and thrived in the dreamlike Southern Wasteland Domain. The Southern Wasteland Domain—that was a boundless, miraculous land, resembling the masterpiece most cherished by the gods when they created the world."
A trace of reminiscence flickered in her eyes, as if she had traveled through time and space to witness the Southern Wasteland Domain of the past: "There, powerful fierce beasts were as numerous as the stars. Some soared through the heavens, blotting out the sun and sky; others lay dormant in the mountains and forests, every movement possessing the momentum to shake the earth and mountains. Mysterious magical ruins could be seen everywhere; those ancient remnants seemed like relics from the dawn of the primeval universe, exuding an inscrutable aura, with every single stone seemingly narrating an ancient legend. And the legends of the Duankong Saber and the Duankong Sword were like brilliant stars in the dark night, shining in the hearts of every living creature and shaking all directions. They were regarded as taboo objects, rumored to contain mighty power capable of subverting the u…
Chapter 35