Eshu opened his eyes and sat up.

The half-man-tall grass danced vigorously in the wind around him, almost drowning his vision, and everywhere he could see was a vibrant turquoise. The sunlight was cut into irregular freaks of light, like a handful of pearls sprinkled on Estheu's face. Eshu covered his eyes and stood up effortlessly. The energy was blowing out from the depths of his body, endless, and the poison and dull pain that had gnawed at his body seemed to be just a vivid nightmare.

Dream? Estheus stood in the middle of a vast grassland, with the mountains at the end of his sight—the most majestic spectacle of nature, where the mountains did not know where they ended or where they ended, except for the undulating curves that ran through the azure dome, connecting the eastern and western ends of the sky. At the foot of the mountain, tens of millions of long grasses are like hundreds of tons of rippling turquoise tides, surging in all directions. A strong gust of wind swept by, and countless unknown small wildflowers were driven out of the depths of the long grass, and as the wind rose and fell in the air, forming a colorful cyclone. A few petals fluttered down on Eshy's face, and a huge butterfly staggered towards him along the dark incense.

Eshua raised his hand and brushed the petals off his face, and the butterfly naturally landed on his fingertips, six slender feet supporting the soft arthropods, and the mouthparts fell, poking twice on the nails, and curling up in disappointment. It flapped its wings, flew past Estheux, and staggered after the colorful cyclone. But it didn't fly far before it was slapped into the grass by a strong current. The air swept through Ai Xiu without stopping, and Ai Xiu's body shook twice in the wind, and took a step backwards to stand firm. The grass around them fell down, and a fat hare sprang out in terror, hit his head on Eshu's leg, and fainted.

The black shadows of the mountains swept across the meadow, as if a giant whale was swimming in the blue tide. A creature Eshur had never seen before swooped down from the sky, its monstrous wings, its membranes spread out to cover the sky, and its pale blue scales lined up all over its body. At first glance, it looks like a monitor lizard with wings, but the monitor lizard is ugly, ferocious, and primitive, but this creature is full of solitary and solemn beauty, and every inch of its muscles has been sharpened into the most perfect form in the changes of time. When it was about to touch the ground, its wings spread to the extreme, its huge body flexibly adjusted its center of gravity in the air, and its hind feet landed steadily on the grass not far from Aexiu, setting off a strong wind pressure. With it as the center of the circle, the long grass within a radius of 50 meters falls again from the inside out. Eshua was also within the range of the wind pressure, and he raised his arms to protect him, but he was still knocked to the ground and rolled twice in embarrassment.

The creature lowered its massive head, and a man in a gray robe slid down its slender neck to the ground. "Thank you." The man said in a loud voice, patting the creature's face affectionately. The creature responded with a warm groan deep in its throat.

A flock of falcons flew by, hovering high in the air, and one of them plummeted down and landed on the man's shoulder, sticking out its long beak and playing in his messy hair. "Don't make a fuss." The man tilted his head and pushed the falcon's head away. The falcon hissed in displeasure and flew into the sky.

"Your new friend is very welcoming." The man smiled and looked at the creature, "Go play." The creature nodded, its body sinking slightly, its strong hind legs bent to gather strength, and then leaped violently as its wings spread again, striking the air with great force, sending it into the sky. The flock of falcons chirped loudly and cheerfully, spreading out to surround the creatures. The man looked at their figures chasing each other with emotion: "I didn't expect that there would be a species that is not afraid of the dragon here." The man stretched out his hand and scratched it twice in the air, so that a staff naturally appeared in his hand. The cane was rugged in shape and had simple lines, like a long branch snapped off by the side of the road, entwined with turquoise vines. The man lazily leaned on his cane, his gaze leisurely wandering over the mountains in the distance. All the while, he didn't notice Essho's presence.

Canglong. A term that was not unfamiliar fell to Eshur, a mysterious creature that left only a scaly claw in the myth of Pande, and an important link in the belief system of the North. Urvet, the god of archers, and the dragon and falcon that follow him and soar with him, are the sacred trinity in the minds of Livingston fundamentalists.

Canglong, Falcon, is the man in front of him Urvet, the god of archery? Estheu's gaze fell on the man's loose gray robe, a straw rope haphazardly tied around his waist, making him look more like an idle shepherd than a seasoned archer.

The ghost of Essho raised his head in a daze, and looked at the mountains in the distance with the man. It was so far away that he should have seen nothing but the backs of the mountains.

But Essho saw it anyway.

He saw a snow-white lynx standing quietly on the top of the mountain. It was the highest and most precipitous peak of the mountains, where the curves that ran through the sky rose into the clouds; He saw that on the back of the mountain range was a black oppressive crowd, spreading from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, and as long as the mountain ranged, the crowd was as long as it was, like a large wriggling shadow; He saw a giant wolf standing at the front of the crowd with its head held high; He saw the lynx open its bloody mouth and let out a silent roar; He saw the wolf begin to march in silence, and the crowd followed it to the other side of the mountain—

This end of Estheu.

Scattered snowflakes floated in the air, and heavy dark clouds rose from the other side of the mountains, rolling and encroaching on most of the sky. An endless chill enveloped the grassland in an instant. A crystal snowflake split and split in front of Estheau, and then split, until finally the flying goose feather snow completely engulfed his vision. Essho felt the unprecedented cold rush through his veins, and the sharp pain began to cut through his consciousness. The surrounding landscape began to distort and shatter, and mirror-like cracks spread. Essho felt his body float lightly, like a figure forcibly cut out of a drawing, and gradually moved away from the dream that was about to collapse.

"Winter, it's finally here." An inexplicable melancholy sigh ran through the snow curtain, and at the same time, a strong palm reached out in front of Essho, holding the rough cane wrapped in vines. "I'll leave it to you for now."

Next, the owner of the palm made a move that Eishu didn't expect: he reversed the cane and stabbed the end into Eshu's mouth brutally!

"Gollum!" Estheu's eyes widened, and at that moment the dream shattered completely, and the surrounding environment appeared a hazy shadow in the darkness. Eshua lay back in the tent, cold and aching. The sensation of a foreign body in the mouth is still vivid and intense. Estheu lifted his tongue to push the foreign object out of his mouth. But a broad hand was placed over his face, and the tube-like foreign object was stabbed directly into his throat. At the same time, an incomparably familiar voice sounded in his ears, scolding:

"If you don't want the 'Blue Star' to completely destroy your bodily functions, don't struggle. Really, you are the worst student Lao Tzu has ever taken in his life, with poor martial arts skills and poor physique......"

The chatter was endless, as if he were scolding, as if he were grumbling, as he had done for the past ten years, and in a trance Esher thought he was still lying in the dark, damp basement of the Janoth Gladiatorial Arena, the jerky aroma of inferior ale rising around him. "You're not dead yet!" Eshua said with great relief.