Outside the forbidden land of the Xuanshuang Clan, the cold wind was as sharp as a knife, mercilessly tearing through the thin air. It howled, coating the stone walls in a thin layer of frost, as though even the heavens and earth cast a bitter sorrow over this sealed domain.
Sui Han stood upon the ice steps, draped in a plain white robe whose sleeves snapped loudly in the wind, resembling a solitary plum blossom blooming amidst the snow—silent yet resilient. Behind her, the five elders and the Clan Leader all wore grave expressions. They had just completed the secondary reinforcement of the forbidden land, and their spiritual power had yet to fully recover, leaving their brows etched with exhaustion and anxiety.
She gazed at the abyssal rift bound by nine ancient seals, a deep wariness flashing in her eyes. The chasm looked like the maw of the earth, faintly exhaling black mist as though it might shatter the seal at any moment and swallow all light. In a voice barely above a whisper, she murmured, "Were it not for the power of the Xuanming Demon-Sealing Formula suppressing it, I fear the seal would soon be breached once again."
Chapter 387