Green mountains reveal a solitary shadow, trekking alone through the woods.
A silver spear glints with cold light, perhaps a trace of Wulian snow.
As the woman departed, peace returned to this patch of forest. Under the dappled sunlight, an old man stood in white robes as pristine as snow, with hair like silver and a complexion as youthful as a child’s.
"Brother Qingshan, what is your intention this time?"
Northern Daxing'anling.
This is a primordial forest, rarely visited by man. It is like a tome sealed for a millennium—ancient trees reaching for the clouds, vines coiling, and mist swirling, as if a celestial fairyland had been cast down to the mortal realm.
Legend has it that in the distant past, this primeval forest was a holy site protected by deities, and an ancient tale is whispered here.
The story begins with the Goddess Cuixia. As the deity governing forests and life, she descended upon the Daxing'anling and used her divine power to create this vibrant woodland. Her long hair turned into vines, her breath became a gentle breeze, and her tears nourished the earth, allowing every plant in the forest to thrive.
In the heart of the forest stands a giant tree known as the "Cuixia Divine Tree." It is the embodiment of the Goddess and the soul of the forest. The tree soars into the clouds, and at its roots lies a clear spring called the "Spirit Spring." It is said that drinking from the spring can heal all illnesses and prolong life.
However, this tranquil forest once fac…
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