Far North Shelter.
Aulisel, who had been awake for some time, sat in the Heimdall laboratory inside the shelter.
Her face was pale, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on her exquisite features. Her eyes, clear as autumn waters, were fixed on the satellite feed.
On the screen were the departing figures of Ao Tian and Constana over the Far North's icy ocean.
"She seemed to glance at Heimdall just now. Could she have discovered it? This supreme powerhouse... I wonder whether Jiang Yang can defeat her!"
The frail beauty lowered her head and sighed.
"Ah, never mind. Jiang Yang is here, anyway. I should keep cultivating. He gave strict orders that I can only go out once I've recovered my strength."
"Jiang Yang is in seclusion, and the Dragon Clan has already come to dominate the intelligent beings of the Mortal Realm. Who knows what changes this unknown powerhouse will bring to the world?"
The north.
Constana and Ao Tian headed south together.
Winter had retreated from the continent. Though a trace of chill still lingered in the world, all manner of living creatures had begun to multiply across the land.
All things were reviving, brimming with vitality, as patches of green spread little by little across the world.
Ever since the Immortal Clan had departed and the world had withered, Constana had not seen such a vibrant landscape for a long time.
She delighted in the world's beautiful scenery, her deep blue eyes filled with tenderness.
Life was incomparably fragile, yet it was tenacious and unceasing.
They flew over the northern lands.
As Constana took in the sights of the world, she listened to Ao Tian tell Jiang Yang's story.
"Senior, according to my inherited memories, he is the greatest, most supreme and powerful being in