Calamity was looming; the entire world bore the tension of a storm waiting to burst, oppressively suffocating.
Many powers had already mobilized, stirring up hidden currents of intrigue; every entity was setting their pieces, bracing for the disaster on the horizon.
Yet, at this moment, within the Xianglu Mountain Range, all seemed serene, devoid of the slightest ripple.
It was as if that catastrophe would never arrive.
The scenery was picturesque, everything so exquisitely beautiful that one could inadvertently lose themselves in its charm, struggling to break free.
Mist wafted and swirled, but this time, the mist was not the miasma of spring but emitted from the Demon Empress herself, shrouding her form and hiding her features, ensuring no one could see her expression, her gaze.
Also concealed were her flushed cheeks, her slightly trembling body, her tightly clenched lips, and her restless heart.
