In a snowy expanse, an untouched realm of purity, the horizon and ground alike were veiled in an ethereal whiteness.
Dugu Luoxue sat cross-legged in quiet meditation amidst this solitary world.
Her hands formed an intricate Dharma Seal.
Her garments, her flowing hair, even her skin—everything about her was as pure as the frost of an early winter morning, seamlessly blending into the pristine surroundings. It was impossible to discern reality from illusion.
At first glance, she seemed like a fairy sculpted from snow.
The tranquility of the scene was enveloped in a faint Immortal Spirit Qi, evoking respect and awe, making one hesitate to disturb the serenity.
But in the next moment, the woman abruptly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Instantly, this previously immaculate world began to fracture, with cracks spreading out like spiderwebs.
