In the Xuanyuan Realm, amidst a forest of withered trees, a man was frantically flying towards a certain direction. Along the way, the branches of the dead trees kept scratching his face, but he paid no heed. He tightly clutched a piece of blood-stained clothing in his hand, occasionally glancing at the sky, as if something terrifying was pursuing him.

"Ugh!"

In a moment of carelessness, he crashed directly into a massive boulder, shattering it.

"No!"