In fact, there were indeed some things that didn’t make sense and felt far-fetched—even William Carter himself hadn’t fully figured them out, such as the enchanting flower in the desert not long ago.

He sighed softly. In this “post-civilization era,” there were many unsolvable mysteries. Although people tried to explain them using the rules of the past, the world was becoming increasingly difficult to understand.

War had once half-destroyed the land, nearly turning it into a wasteland. Although, after a long period of recovery, the earth was once again full of vitality, the glorious era of the past could never truly be restored.

During the long years of the post-civilization era, several mysterious incidents had occurred, leaving a huge impact, but to this day, they remained unsolved.

At dawn, the crimson sun leapt over the horizon, brilliant morning clouds glided over the hills, falling upon the grass in front of the tent, radiating a sense of vibrant energy.

William Carter bid farewell to this tribe and set out once more.

He headed west, entering the plateau.

Along the way, he learned that the mysterious blue mist had spread over a vast area—at the very least, every region he passed through had experienced it.

“Could this be another mysterious incident?” he muttered to himself.

Those few times in history had caused quite a stir, and there still weren’t any definite answers.

The sky over the Tibetan region was especially blue, the clouds pure white and hanging low, as if you could touch them with an outstretched hand. The Gobi, the mountains, and the grasslands were all tranquil, making this place feel like a land untouched by the world.

Along the way, William Carter heard many rumors.

Some herders said that the living Buddha on the sacred mountain had awakened, which was why blue light flowed and thick mist shrouded all directions.

Others said that the Vajra Bodhi divine tree was growing and about to blossom and bear fruit.

“The dragon mastiff is about to be born!” some even claimed.

To the locals, a true mastiff was born in the wild, able to fight lions and tigers, while those raised by humans were not considered real mastiffs. There was even a legend that a dragon mastiff lived in the sacred mountain, appearing only once every few centuries, possessing immense strength and able to subdue demons.

A few days later, William Carter approached the sacred mountain region.

He had already learned that faint blue mist had appeared in every place along the way, most likely another major anomaly like those in history.

At the same time, this also meant that, just like before, ordinary people would never know the underlying cause!

In fact, most people didn’t even know what consequences might be triggered.

Strangely enough, although it was already late autumn and the weather in the Tibetan region should have been very cold, over the past few days, as William Carter traveled west, he gradually felt a sense of warmth.

A few days ago, yellow leaves had withered and fallen, covering the ground, but now things were different.

The remaining leaves on the trees seemed to regain their vitality—they were no longer withered or falling.

Especially as he neared Kunlun, along the way, whether it was wild grass or thorny trees, everything was shining green and full of life in the warm weather.

It was already late autumn, yet there was none of that bleakness.

“The weather is getting warmer—could it be caused by the anomaly?” William Carter wondered.

At last, Kunlun Mountain came into view.

Even from a great distance, he could feel a sense of oppression.

The towering, majestic mountain range was imposing and grand, stretching endlessly like the backbone of heaven and earth, lying across the land.

It was magnificent and powerful, unparalleled—no ancient mountain could surpass it.

This mountain range carried endless legends, shrouded in a thick aura of myth since ancient times.

Originally, after entering the Tibetan region, William Carter was supposed to begin his journey home. However, along the way, he kept hearing about strange happenings in Kunlun Mountain, with flashes of blue light, so he wanted to come closer and see for himself.

“This is the place.”

William Carter arrived at his destination, standing at the foot of the mountain. The towering giant mountain was like a divine city, grand and massive, sitting on the western land, its wild and majestic aura rushing toward him.

This was only a small section of the Kunlun range. On that evening a few days ago, this area had been ablaze with blue light, and everyone nearby had seen it, but in recent days, few dared to approach.

William Carter entered the mountain and began to climb.

The mountain grew steeper, with huge rocks strewn about, making the path increasingly difficult, yet the vegetation was lush all along the way—clearly abnormal for late autumn.

“Did an earthquake really happen a few days ago?” William Carter observed.

There were cracks on the mountainside, many large fissures on the ground, and huge boulders that had obviously rolled down from higher up. Some cliffs had even broken off.

It was this very mountain that had once displayed abnormal phenomena.

“What’s this?”

William Carter saw a huge boulder with words carved into it, the engravings deep, most of it buried under earth and stone.

After the earthquake, a small part of the mountain had broken off and slid down, exposing this boulder from deep underground.

A layer of green covered the stone, like dried moss.

“Xi... Wang!”

William Carter ran his hand over the carved characters, recognizing them—these were in bronze script, an extremely ancient form of writing, often inscribed on bells and tripods in ancient times.

Most people would have trouble identifying them.

For a moment, thoughts flooded his mind. William Carter was lost in thought—how could it be these two characters?

To see the words “Xi Wang” here—how could one not make associations? Was there really a Queen Mother of the West in ancient times?

“Perhaps it’s just an inscription left by someone from ancient times who came here to pay their respects,” William Carter shook his head, explaining to himself.

“Something’s not right!”

Suddenly, he froze. As he touched the carved characters, he realized that the so-called “dried moss” was not normal.