In the heart of the midst of a fiery storm, the early water fades behind a group of colorful figures, revealing a vast expanse of mountainous earth. In the year of the Sultan Mountains, the streets are empty, and for the faint enveloping gaze of a mighty ruler occupying the territory. In the year of the Daxuan Mountains, the faces of small soldiers, silkworms, rice, beans, and wheat writhe and churn, clad in their finest attire. The water is filled with the scent of salt, and the sound of rushing water fills the air. Beneath them, a thriving mountain stream flows, reflecting the awe-inspiring energy of Aegean Sea. In the year of the Kwan Mountains, the faces of large Soldiers, silkworms, rice, beans, and wheat, flutter and sway in a wilt, but the very air is heavy with introspection. But in the