When Hu Yuan opened his eyes once more, his consciousness plummeted like a shooting star into a deep, winding corridor—an illusory passage woven from freezing ice and shards of memory, resembling a mysterious tunnel of time. The ice walls all around acted like a preservative of time, with countless lights and shadows shifting and shimmering within them, dancing before his eyes like phantoms of bygone years.
These were the past memories of Sui Han: her youthful figure learning martial arts in the snowfields of the Xuanshuang Clan, blooming tenaciously in the wind and snow like a proud winter plum blossom; her innocent appearance when she first became the Saintess, resembling a newly unsheathed precious sword, her brows carrying an unyielding sharpness. Those once warm and clear memories were now quietly eroded by a layer of black qi like a plague, tightly entwined like cobwebs, twisting the beautiful scenes into a harrowing nightmare. In the light and shadow, she either knelt in the wind and snow weeping softly like a wounded lamb, or stood atop a high platform like a lonely dancer condemned by thousands, with past glory and pride piercing her soul like poisonous arrows.
"The trial is divided into three layers," Su Yunxiao's voice came from the void, low and majestic. "The first layer is named the 'Corridor of Past Events,' where she must face the memories tampered with by the Soul-Eroding Gu. You bear the Hunyuan Spiritual Root and possess the pure, flawless Hunyuan Force, …
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