Fuyun Mountain.
Mist shrouded the Heavenly Pond, where a figure sat cross-legged in the center, letting the icy, pristine water wash over the body.
The skin was fair and delicate, the curves graceful and well-defined, as if carved from beautiful jade, with eyes clear and cold, exuding an ethereal aura not of this world.
Yet, the strange marking on the inside of the left leg marred this beauty—
The intricate pattern was layered and embedded, with a faint blood-like glow flowing within, exuding an inexplicable sinister vibe.
"Errant thoughts like dew, fall into the deep abyss, twelve towers, all are spectators..."
Ji Hongxiu had her eyes slightly closed, pinching a spell with her hand, muttering to herself.
As she chanted the spell, mysterious golden script gradually crawled over her body, each character seemed to embody the profound principles of the Dao.
