Mist swirled, seeping into the deep cavern, bringing a slight chill. Ahead lay darkness, so thick that one couldn't see their own hand, with the constant sound of water dripping onto the ground, echoing endlessly.

The two of them ventured into the deepest part, reaching the other side of the mountain peak.

The cliff faced the Sea of Clouds, with mist swirling around. The mountain wall bore chaotic sword marks, and in one corner, there was an extremely ancient stone bed.

On the stone bed, a disheveled figure sat cross-legged, indistinguishable as male or female, seemingly in meditation.