This was a muddy mountain path—a thin donkey, a dilapidated donkey cart, a man in ramie clothes walking beside the donkey.

Cold mountain wind lifted the tattered cart curtain. Inside the cart appeared a four-chi red coffin. The coffin revealed a crack. Inside the coffin was a sleeping young girl. Beside the red coffin was a woman in her thirties, murmuring nursery rhymes, her gaze vacant and deranged.

The woman was Niu Zhiying. Fu Nianyu died miserably in the gorge with the Jin father and son. Meng Rui rescued Niu Zhiying. When she saw Meng Wan Xiang, she insisted it was her own missing daughter Fu Dan. Seeing Niu Zhiying had become mad, Meng Rui took her along.

The mountain road was bumpy. Behind came a wave of heat. The man in ramie clothes, Meng Rui, turned back. In the distance, the gorge had become a fire dragon devouring all things, including that ancient species.

Meng Rui gazed deeply at a corner of the red coffin, silently vowing in his heart: This life, this world, I will forever protect you.

Until… the moment you awaken.