Era of Humanity

The mingling of yin and yang shaped heaven and earth, nurturing all living things. Many beings born from the evolution of the world, by chance, grasped the path of the Dao and awakened supernatural abilities. They could summon wind and rain, command thunder and lightning, even move mountains and fill seas with ease. These individuals occupied the spiritual veins and blessed lands scattered across the world, dedicating themselves to cultivation, hoping that one day they might transcend the bounds of heaven and earth.

Humankind was but one among the countless living creatures, dispersed throughout the land. For years, Nan Luo had never understood how humans came to exist in this world, nor why he himself was human. He lacked the sharp claws that could strip bark from trees, nor did he possess the swiftness that rivaled the wind. Even his most powerful teeth paled in comparison to the white wolves roaming the hills behind his tribe—there was an insurmountable gulf between them.

“If only I were a white wolf, fast as the wind, with claws and teeth sharp beyond compare…” Nan Luo often imagined himself roaming the mountains with the ferocity of that wolf.

“In the shadowy forest, a group of people walk through the gloom. A white wolf silently emerges from the darkness. When the group passes, it suddenly leaps and strikes down the last person. Before the victim can even fall, those gleaming white fangs already sink into their throat. No matter how they struggle, death inevitably claims them.”

Since accompanying his tribesmen on hunts, Nan Luo had lost coun