The Ice Queen stood amidst the ethereal miracle of the resurrected Linfeng, her gaze lingering upon him for what seemed an eternity.
With a quiet resolve, she turned away from the haunting echoes of the past. It had been a bittersweet journey—a refuge in her desolation, yet a cruel testament to her unyielding nature.
Her relentless pursuit over countless eons had been aimed at shattering the formidable barriers between the lower and upper realms.
She had wielded her power, honed her skills through ceaseless cultivation, yet found herself standing at the precipice of celestial judgment, lacking the favor of the heavenly dao.
The weight of this disappointment lay heavy upon her shoulders, a burden that defined her existence.
The passage of time had been unkind, for her fixation was deep-rooted, etched into the very fabric of her being.
