Although the man with the cane was physically strong, he walked with a limp, and after only a few steps, he was coughing violently again.
After a series of coughs, the man with the cane looked up at the summit of a mountain not far away.
His cloudy eyes instantly became clear and sharp, as if he could see through the clouds on the mountaintop and see the people and figures on the peak!
The next moment, he closed his eyes again, and at that moment a mountain breeze brushed against the face of the man with the cane.
The man with the cane smiled and murmured to himself; his aged, deep voice drifted out slowly, yet lingered for a long time:
"The day of our clan's revival is finally approaching. I have endured humiliation and hardship, but I will not fail the trust placed in me by my ancestors. Our clan has persevered and will eventually usher in the dawn of prophecy. This sky, this land, and these people are about to change..."
As he spoke, he turned and walked into the house. His unsteady steps became more agile as he got closer to the hut. When he reached the door, the man with the cane slipped inside, completely different from his previous unsteady gait.
As the door to the thatched hut closed, everything returned to calm, but something seemed vaguely amiss.
The wind in the mountains grew stronger, and the hillside was covered with unknown flowers and grasses, which swayed and drifted away in the increasingly strong wind.
In the distance, the branches and leaves of the grove of trees rustled in the wind, as if an ancient forest elder was whispering something. The dappled sunlight slanted down, making the scene even more mottled.
The clouds atop the mountain seemed to have been blown away by the wind, revealing the majestic palace atop the peak, and the chanting of Buddhist hymns seemed to become clearer with the sound of the wind.
However, the dilapidated thatched hut alone remained untouched by the fierce mountain winds, not a single blade of grass was blown away. The old thatched hut seemed completely unaffected by the winds, standing motionless and quietly watching everything before it, as if it had been forgotten by the world.
The gears of fate mesh gradually, following a predetermined path.
When you feel small and powerless, it always pushes you toward greatness without you even realizing it, while some ancient and great beings, after getting used to contempt, are ruthlessly annihilated by the insignificance.
That's how fate works. It comes at you slowly and steadily, carrying an inexplicable force that rushes towards you and then quietly disappears.
We think we have our destiny in our own hands, but we don't realize that every step we take is under its relentless watchful eye.
When we rise up in anger and seize fate by the throat, all we get in return is its contemptuous laughter. But this laughter cannot loosen its grip on our throat; instead, it makes us grip it even tighter.
"Huff... huff" With a series of rapid breaths, a middle-aged man quickly moved through the dense forest.
Not far behind the middle-aged man, a giant wild boar over two meters tall was closely following. Its long tusks protruded outwards, and its body was covered with thick, dense black scales, like steel needles.
Its four hooves pounded the ground powerfully, leaving a trail of deep hoofprints, while its eyes remained fixed on the middle-aged man running desperately ahead.
Every now and then, it would hover over the middle-aged man's head, casting a wary glance into the distant depths of the dense forest where the man was running.
The middle-aged man's running speed was also astonishing, nimbly weaving and swaying his figure on the muddy ground where the sun rarely shone.
Every now and then, using the surrounding trees, it would launch itself in another direction, making it difficult for the wild boars that were chasing it to get close.
What's even more peculiar is that the middle-aged man's hands and feet are surrounded by a halo of light, as if shrouded in a thin veil of light. With the help of this magical object, the middle-aged man can race against wild boars in the forest and gain a slight advantage.
The middle-aged man kept glancing back at the wild boar behind him, his brow furrowed, clearly feeling helpless about his current predicament.
"I've actually run into a tusked wild boar! It's like the heavens are against me!"
The middle-aged man thought to himself:
"I hope the mark I left will help them find me quickly, or I'll be eaten by pigs!"
Another tug-of-war ensued, with the light screen around the middle-aged man's hands and feet dimming and on the verge of shattering and disappearing. It seemed that even this magical object had limitations on its use.
The wild boar behind the middle-aged man continued to follow closely, but its steps became increasingly hesitant as it got closer to the man.
You can see the tusked boar's inner turmoil at this moment; on the one hand, it doesn't want to give up the prey it has spent so much effort to get.
On the other hand, there seems to be endless worry about the direction the middle-aged man is fleeing, caught between these anxieties and concerns.
The middle-aged man once again used the momentum, kicking onto the trunk of a tree that would take ten people to encircle, and was launched into an open space not far away.
This place is clearly different from its surroundings.
As we ran along, we were surrounded by towering trees that would take five or ten people to encircle. Looking up, we couldn't see the sky above through the layers of leaves.
Only occasionally does a strong wind howl by, stirring up overlapping leaves and letting down sparse sunlight, allowing one to discern that the sun is high in the sky at this moment.
The surrounding area consisted of sparse trees, each about the thickness of a person's waist, surrounded by the rotting corpses of demonic beasts.
The further one walks towards the center of the open space, the sparser the trees and vegetation become, and the stark white bones of numerous demonic beasts are everywhere.
In the very center of the open space, there was a not-so-high mountain peak, with a dark cave entrance halfway up the mountain.
The mountainside was completely bare, exposed to the scorching sun, standing out starkly against the backdrop of the vibrant forest.
Something unusual must be going on. The middle-aged man had already sensed something was amiss when he got here. He stopped and looked up at the cave halfway up the mountain.
The tusked wild boar that had been following closely behind had already stopped when the middle-aged man entered the open area.
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