Above the lush foliage of the ancient Magic Spirit Tree, a strange, ghostly black mist swirled and coiled like an eerie fog, exuding a chilling, bone-deep aura. From the massive trunk, which rose like a giant pillar, a colossal face began to emerge with agonizing slowness. Shockingly, it was the face of a young woman, pale as snow and devoid of any color, resembling a spirit forgotten in some dark corner of time. Her eyes were like fathomless, frozen pools—devoid of warmth, they stared coldly at the crowd, like a frigid moon hanging in the dead of night, radiating an air of infinite indifference and detachment. She lifted her chin slightly, her expression bearing an innate arrogance and mystery, as if she were surveying the world from high above. Her delicate features seemed carved from ice, emanating a cold and elegant beauty.
As the mysterious woman’s face fully manifested, the swarms of Magic Spirit Snakes seemed pushed by an invisible hand. They trembled at first, then began to retreat slowly. Their movements were cautious; like flowing threads of black silk, they wound their way back toward the tree. As they drew closer, they slowed further, gingerly climbing onto the branches. The limbs swayed slightly, and the moment the snakes made contact, they coiled tightly around them, hiding their bodies amidst the leaves and the eerie black mist. The faint sound of their hissing gradually died away, and the strange black aura, as if possessing a life of its own, wove itself mor…
Chapter 37