``` [At twenty-five, your Soul Power Level reached Level 98.]
[The war grew increasingly brutal.]
[The Spirit Hall Empire's army rolled across the Heaven Dou Empire's border like a torrent of steel, taking cities and strongholds with the unstoppable force of splitting bamboo.]
[The Heaven Dou Empire's defensive lines crumbled one after another, and city after city changed hands amid the flames of war.]
[The Star Luo Empire was forced to ally with the Heaven Dou Empire to resist the iron hooves of the Spirit Hall Empire together.]
[The three powers became locked in a murderous struggle, and the entire continent became a mill grinding flesh and blood.]
[Refugees poured into the peace zone in groups. The straw huts multiplied from a few hundred to tens of thousands, and medicinal herbs and food were consumed faster than they could be replenished.]
[Some came from burned villages, some from fallen cities. Some were children who had lost their parents, some were soldiers missing hands or feet, and more still were simply unarmed civilians.]
[Their clothes could not cover their bodies, their food could not fill their bellies, and their eyes were filled with numbness and despair.]
[The groans of the sick and wounded never ceased, day or night. The fires in the medicine sheds never went out, and the entire peace zone was steeped in the bitterness of medicinal brews and the bloody smell of bandages.]
[As Qian Renxue witnessed these horrors, she grew quieter by the day.]
[She still worked in the medicine sheds every day, her hands far more practiced than before, tying bandages quickly and securely. Yet her pale violet eyes grew deeper and darker with each passing day.]
[At dusk that day, she sat on a rock beside an earthen cliff, gazing at the distant sun as