Budu Realm, the territory of the Budu Ancient Clan.
An ancient tower stood tall between heaven and earth. Its body was mottled with age, exuding an air of antiquity that carried a sense of history and weight.
An old man with white hair and beard, dressed simply in a gray robe, slowly walked toward the tower. He looked aged, yet his eyes gleamed sharply.
A spatial vortex, dark at its center yet seemingly filled with countless colors and silver along its edges, appeared before him. The old man stepped into it at an unhurried pace.
Space shifted and stars revolved. In an instant, he arrived in a dark world. Aside from the scattered stars adorning the sky, the place was exceedingly monotonous. There was nothing here, only eternal gloom and deathly silence.
Within that darkness, a woman in a white dress with delicate features sat quietly in meditation. Her temperament was gentle, carrying the serenity of water, yet she also resembled a goddess who dwelled above the nine heavens, lofty and untouchable.
The woman in white had her eyes closed, her expression calm and devoid of joy or sorrow. It seemed she had maintained this posture for a very long time.
Ripples spread through the space behind her, and the figure of the gray-robed old man emerged.
The woman in white slowly opened her eyes, her expression indifferent.
"Qing Yanjing! How long do you intend to hide that sinful lineage? The clan gave birth to you and raised you, and this is how you repay it? Do you know how strained our relationship with the Mohe Ancient Clan has become because of you?" the gray-robed old man shouted sternly.
From Mohe Tian's perspective, his fiancée had run off with another man. It was an unparalleled humiliation, one that had disgraced