Far away in a cornered mountain range in the Demon Raiding Mountain...
The aftermath of the last wave of violet mist left the region in chaos.
The mist, a harbinger of disaster, had swept through the mountain range with a brutality that few could withstand. Those caught unprepared were subdued, their life forces crushed under the overwhelming power of the mist.
The air was thick with the scent of blood and the cries of dying beasts, a grim reminder of the mountain's unforgiving nature.
Yet, amidst the carnage, a few survivors remained. Among them was a blue-robed beauty, her presence as serene as it was striking.
Unlike the others who had fallen to the violet mist or the rampaging Xiantian demons, she stood firm, her aura radiating a quiet strength.
She moved with grace, her every step deliberate, as if the chaos around her was nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience.
