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An invisible force surged upward, pulling the soil and stones of the ground into the air as they slowly floated. Throughout the entire process, no matter how large the earth and rocks were, for every fraction of an inch they ascended, their volume shrank by a fraction until they completely vanished in the end.
At the center of the force stood a woman with her hands resting over the hilt of a broadsword, wearing magnificent imperial mianfu robes.
Her features were cold, sharp, and breathtaking, as if carved from cold jade. Her facial features were distinct with well-defined contours, and every single line seemed sculpted by the heavens, radiating an inviolable majesty amidst her upright posture. Her brows were like distant mountains touched with dark pigment, their slight upward tilt naturally carrying a heroic aura.
Her eyes were slender and distinct in black and white, the depths of her pupils seeming to conceal a starry river or perhaps a buried sword blade. In stillness, she was like a deep pool reflecting the moon, shining with light yet silent; the moment she lifted her gaze, a terrifying kingly might poured forth indiscriminately like an overwhelming sea or prison, making it difficult for her opponents to muster any will to fight.
She stood proudly upon the imperial boat, her gaze indifferent as she looked down upon the earth.
Her name was Cheng Letian, and she had once followed her insurgent leader father to fight in troubled times. During a campaign, she had the fortune to witness the other side of the world. She saw cultivators who could ride swords through the air, achieve eternal life, and split mountains and cleave rocks.
Not long after that, her father died in battle, the faction she belonged to was utterly defeated, and unwilling to