Such Is the Way of the World

Such Is the Way of the World

Outside, cries of battle rose and fell in waves, the thunderous roar of techniques intertwining with miserable screams.

Even through the heavy palace doors, they could still be heard clearly, as though the entire city were trembling.

Yet at this moment, no one inside the hall cared about what was happening outside.

The Everlasting Lamp gave off a faint, ghostly glow. Its golden flame swayed in the wind, casting shifting shadows across the walls.

Ancient totems were carved into the surrounding walls. They had once been dim and lifeless, but now a soft golden radiance illuminated them.

At the center of the hall stood a woman with a graceful, slender figure. Her plain white dress outlined her exquisite curves.

Her hair was black and silky, cascading to her waist like a waterfall. Her skin was delicate and fair, like the finest mutton-fat jade, and her entire being exuded an ethereal, transcendent air.

But at this moment, she was not in good condition.

The woman pressed her red lips together, her pearly teeth lightly biting her lower lip. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, sliding down her smooth skin and dampening the hair at her temples.

Her breathing had grown rapid, her chest rising and falling unevenly. Clearly, she was enduring an enormous drain.

Dense golden runes covered the surface of her snow-white skin, extending from her neck all the way to her wrists. Even the skin below her collarbones seemed faintly covered in those ancient patterns.

The runes were incomparably ancient and mysterious. Every symbol seemed to carry memories of the primordial age, radiating a heart-palpitating pressure.

As the woman continuously activated the Spiritual Power within her body, the golden runes began to tremble violently, releasing a low buzzing hum.

Soon,