Six years slipped quietly by.
In the Far North, wind and snow filled the sky.
The Primordial Yellow Pagoda steadily shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Qian Renyou gently raised her delicate hand. Now small enough to fit in her palm, the Primordial Yellow Pagoda spun in midair and sank into her body.
Biting winds howled in every direction, and snowflakes as large as goose feathers swirled through the sky.
Thick snow blanketed the vast, open square. The cold wind swept loose snow across the ground with a chilly rustle.
Qian Renxue stood in the center of the square, snow covering her white robes, her figure solitary, upright, and proud.
Her lips parted slightly, her voice cold and piercing. "Ten years. It has been ten full years since Spirit Hall fell in defeat and our realm crumbled."
"It is time for us to emerge, settle old scores, and avenge the sea of blood spilled all those years ago."
Hundreds of figures stood quietly across the immense, snow-swept square.
Undying fury and resolve smoldered in every pair of eyes. For ten years, not one of them had slackened. They had trained bitterly day and night, waiting only for this moment when their vengeance would begin anew.
The wind and snow tossed their hair, but could not scatter the determination and resolve in their eyes.
Hundreds of figures stood in disciplined ranks, silent and still, filling the entire square with a solemn, heavy atmosphere.
"Move out."
Qian Renxue raised a hand to brush the snow from her shoulder and straightened slightly.
The instant her words fell, the hundreds of figures in the square bowed in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized, without the slightest hesitation.
A moment later, they scattered, streaking away as trails of afterimages toward every corner of