In the vast sky, birds soar, sometimes crying, sometimes flapping their wings.

Thousands of miles of white clouds, mountains, rivers and all things, showing the life of heaven and earth.

And under this blue sky and white clouds, the mountains are undulating, some are bottomless, and some are in the sky. The golden sunlight shines through the clouds and hits the earth, and everywhere is full of life.

This is the Five Elements Continent.

The vast heaven and earth of the Five Elements Continent are filled with the elements of the Five Elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, from which the name of the Five Elements Continent comes from.

Among the five elements, the four elements are mutually restrained, gold and wood, wood and earth, earth and fire, and fire and gold.

The main soldier of the cultivator of the gold element, holding the blade, smiling proudly in Kyushu; the main body of the cultivator of the earth element, reinforced and iron, vertical and horizontal in all directions; the main method of the cultivator of the fire element, unpredictable, burning the heaven and earth; the master of the cultivator of the wood element, the dead wood is in spring, and the life is endless.

And the water element seems to be an independent existence.

Water, the source of all things, can turn into spring rain, moisturize things silently, or torrent beasts, devouring everything. Therefore, the water element is not only an independent existence, but also a high existence. Water cultivators naturally have an unshakable status, but this part of the cultivators is rare in the entire continent.

Legend has it that in ancient times, when chaos first opened, there were five masters in this space: the master of purple gold, the master of towering heaven, the master of holy water, the master of burning heaven, and the master of leading the earth. The five masters each control their own natal elements, and under them there are countless cultivators, including Yuanshi, Yuanshi, Yuanjiang, Marshal, Yuanwang, Yuanzun, and Yuandi. With the passage of time, the five masters fell one after another, and the reasons for their fall have long been unverifiable, and there are only some legends that are both true and false.

Although the Five Masters have fallen for a thousand years, the power of the elements of the Five Elements Continent is still permeating every corner, so the cultivators of this space are not only not extinct, but more vigorous, like mushrooms after a rain, scrambling to grow and reproduce, hoping that one day, they will be the sixth master of this space.

If you really want to talk about the impact caused by the fall of the Five Ancient Masters, it is to divide the originally integrated Five Elements Continent into five domains: the Purple Gold Domain, the Towering Heaven Domain, the Holy Water Domain, the Burning Heaven Domain, and the Rate Earth Domain.

Because of the Heavenly Dao of the Four Elements, among the five domains, the Holy Water Area is located in the center, dividing the continent into two, with the Purple Gold Domain and the Rate Earth Domain in the west, and the Towering Heaven Domain and the Burning Heaven Domain in the east.

To the south of the Five Elements Continent is an endless ocean. People call it the South China Sea.

In the sea and sky, seagulls sometimes flutter their wings and sometimes fly low in the water, trying to find a delicious little fish for their children in the bird's nest.

On the ocean, there is an endless stream of ships coming and going, and the sailors' magnetic voices shout the ship's horn loudly throughout the sky.

These are ordinary people who have been fishing for generations, and their mellow laughter is full of simplicity, and they can be happy for days when they catch a big fish.

Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and the water to eat the water, this ocean has undoubtedly become a source of food and clothing for people. It is like a loving mother who does not hesitate to conceive her children with milk, but the sea is dark black, as if it is not an ocean, but an entrance to hell.

An old man with messy white hair and a face full of years scars was holding a stick, leaning half against the dilapidated door of his house, and his slightly wooden eyes watched the splash caused by the waves crashing on the shore, and refused to look away for a long time.

The old man has no children and no daughters, no one in the fishing village knows what his name is, where he comes from, only that he is a nerd, leaning on the door every day to watch the sea and listen to the sea, spitting a few repeated words in his mouth, as for what the old man said, the villagers have long disagreed, at most it has become a topic of small talk after dinner.

......

The last ray of sunlight finally disappeared at the sea level, the old man slowly got up, and a glimmer of essence suddenly flashed in his old eyes that had been dull for a day, but this essence light was more of fear, a kind of fear that could not be resisted.

"Die... Lose... It... Sea..."

The old man spat out the four words again vaguely, and limped back to the room with a stick.

PS: The Ring of Reincarnation, the second book of Drinking Moon. A different beginning, a different ending, and a more exciting plot. It all started tonight, and I hope you're there all the way.