In the middle of the Free Valley stood a huge and worn-out statue. It was a tall and mighty sculpture, carved out of hard diamond. It was a statue of an eagle just about to take flight. Situated in the most exposed area in the Free Valley, the eagle statue had been unprotected from the elements and its lifelike feathers had already been eroded by wind and rain. Although it had already lost its former luster, that statue had bore witness to the many changes that had happened in the valley over thousands of years.
Countless battles had been fought here. The forces within the Free Valley were ever changing. Every generation brought along its own powerful practitioners. All sides battled each other fiercely to curb one another. And the decisive battles had always been carried out in this very area full of ancient aura.
Blood and tears permeated every inch of soil here. The piercing wails accumulated over the thousands of years could still be heard mingled in the wind.
