Late autumn.

The Underworld, the secret realm of the Holy Hell Realm.

The vast expanse of snow turns the sky into a furnace, and dissolves all things into silver.

The cold wind howls.

The sweet smell of blood and the strong aroma of wine are mixed together, and the heaven and earth are full of murderous meaning.

The hot blood splashed down the glacier, but it couldn't melt the snow, leaving only a bleak color like a maple leaf.

The rich aroma of wine is somewhat familiar, like the peach blossom tribulation of lemon, but it is less than the peach blossom tribulation

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