Tianxuan Continent, Eastern Xuan Region.
The former site of Yuan Sect, now the undisputed greatest power on the Tianxuan Continent—the headquarters of the Heavenly Mansion.
Yet the spiritual mountains once shrouded in immortal mist were now enveloped by a suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere.
The sect-protecting formation, the "Nine Heavens Taiqing Formation," had been fully activated. Beyond its flowing clear-light barrier lay strange ink-black clouds, churning without end.
Within those clouds flashed not natural lightning, but streaks of azure cold light—bone-piercingly cold, as though they could freeze the soul itself.
At the Heavenly Mansion headquarters, Myriad Elephant Plaza was packed with nearly all the continent's top powers.
At their forefront stood three women of peerless grace, their faces frosted with solemnity.
In the center stood a woman in a plain white gown, her black hair cascading like a waterfall. Her cold, exquisite features made her seem like a fairy descending from the moon palace. She was Ling Qingzhu, mistress of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, one of the three mistresses of the Heavenly Mansion, and Lin Langtian's wife.
She held a longsword as clear as autumn waters, faint Taiqing aura swirling around her. Yet her gaze was as sharp as a blade as she stared fixedly at the clouds overhead.
The slight pallor on her exquisite face revealed just how great the toll was of maintaining the Taiqing Formation that spanned tens of thousands of miles.
On the left side, Ying Xiaoxiao wore light-colored robes. She was somewhat tall, and her long black hair had been casually tied, falling smoothly against her slender waist. Her once graceful and composed face was now incomparably grave.
She gripped a pair of Green Longswords in her hands. Qing Feng patterns flickered along their edges, as though they might erupt at any moment and tear everything