Ahead, the mountain range is majestic, with barbarian beasts rampant.
In the Primitive Mountain, ancient trees reach the sky; each old tree so towering that it pierces the high heavens, each massive tree crown spanning a dozen or so miles, like giant umbrellas shielding the sun.
Some ancestral fierce birds dwell above, all of them terrifying alien species. With wings unfolded they cover the sky and sun, and their eyes flash brightly like lightning.
A long cry comes from the sky, like the deafening sound of metal clashing, as a fierce bird stirs up violent winds with its beating wings. Its massive talons capable of tearing apart a Giant Dragon, it swoops down towards a solitary Demi-ancestor of the Otherworld below.
The pair of huge, cold gleaming claws alone are a hundred zhang long, as sharp and chilling as Divine iron, exuding a murderous aura.
"Evil creature courting death!"
