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Chapter 1: The Higanbana
Translator: Mike Editor: Chrissy
As a plume of haze sprouted into the dusky sky above the Great Desert, the Yellow River dimmed as the setting sun faded within the vista.
The sun, which was cladded in its garnet garb, paced at the skyline, prying the horizon with its finest crimson booze. Underneath was the unending stretch of the desert, deep and devoid, grand and august, bearing an odd combination of bustling solitude and deafening muteness.
The ancient beacon-fire, which was strewed across the desert, was lost to time as centuries passed. The ancient course of the Yellow River had changed and altered, abiding to a perpetual transition throughout the ages. Yet, as all things become lost to time, the Yellow River's strenuous flow never dwindled.
Chu Feng was all by himself. Tired and wasted, he lolled on the desert sand, watching as the sun set. As to how long before he could leave the void of this place, he was, too, mystified.
The setting sun, which was gleaming like a crimson flame, hung at the end of the desert, breezing an unspeakable beauty of tranquillity into the vast emptiness.
Chu Feng sat down for a few sips of water to resupply the energy he needed. He was a sturdy man with a slim and slender frame. He was fit as well, so it wasn't long before he rid himself of tiredness.
Standing up to look into the distance, he felt that he was close to the furthest limit of the desert. If he was lucky enough, he might even encounter some herdsmen and their lodges and tents, so with a cheerful thought, he re-embarked on his desert trek once again.
Journeying due west, he left a long and drawn-out track of footprints behind him, single-filed and lonely-looking.
Stilly, a fuzzy mist rolled in. It was not often to see a misty desert, but as the mist thickened and developed into a fog, which was gloomy and mystically blue, it was truly an astonishing sight to behold. Soon, the desert was inundated with a sea of blue vapor, quivering its
Translator: Mike Editor: Chrissy
As a plume of haze sprouted into the dusky sky above the Great Desert, the Yellow River dimmed as the setting sun faded within the vista.
The sun, which was cladded in its garnet garb, paced at the skyline, prying the horizon with its finest crimson booze. Underneath was the unending stretch of the desert, deep and devoid, grand and august, bearing an odd combination of bustling solitude and deafening muteness.
The ancient beacon-fire, which was strewed across the desert, was lost to time as centuries passed. The ancient course of the Yellow River had changed and altered, abiding to a perpetual transition throughout the ages. Yet, as all things become lost to time, the Yellow River's strenuous flow never dwindled.
Chu Feng was all by himself. Tired and wasted, he lolled on the desert sand, watching as the sun set. As to how long before he could leave the void of this place, he was, too, mystified.
The setting sun, which was gleaming like a crimson flame, hung at the end of the desert, breezing an unspeakable beauty of tranquillity into the vast emptiness.
Chu Feng sat down for a few sips of water to resupply the energy he needed. He was a sturdy man with a slim and slender frame. He was fit as well, so it wasn't long before he rid himself of tiredness.
Standing up to look into the distance, he felt that he was close to the furthest limit of the desert. If he was lucky enough, he might even encounter some herdsmen and their lodges and tents, so with a cheerful thought, he re-embarked on his desert trek once again.
Journeying due west, he left a long and drawn-out track of footprints behind him, single-filed and lonely-looking.
Stilly, a fuzzy mist rolled in. It was not often to see a misty desert, but as the mist thickened and developed into a fog, which was gloomy and mystically blue, it was truly an astonishing sight to behold. Soon, the desert was inundated with a sea of blue vapor, quivering its
