A surge of energy pulsed through Yun Qianxue's body. The sigil on her forehead, a snowflake encased within a crescent moon, glowed with an intense blue light.
Her snow-white hair, usually flowing freely, was now partially covered with a layer of shimmering blue frost, each strand radiating a chilling aura.
From her back, a pair of magnificent ice wings unfurled, their delicate feathers edged with frost, catching the light and casting an ethereal glow around her. Her eyes, usually a gentle silver, now shone with an otherworldly blue light, piercing and intense.
The transformation was sudden, breathtaking. It was as if Yun Qianxue had shed her mortal coil, ascending to a higher state of being, a being of pure ice and power. The pressure emanating from her body soared.
