Three thousand li south of the Dead Domain, a towering, majestic snow-capped mountain pierced straight into the clouds.
At the summit, Jiang Runyue stood quietly. Her beautiful, cold face was now filled with solemnity and gravity, her lovely eyes fixed intently on the sky.
The originally clear, azure sky had somehow been blanketed by layer upon layer of dark clouds. These clouds rolled and churned like a turbulent black ocean, accompanied by gusts of howling, bone-chilling wind, gradually converging into a giant vortex that pressed down with overwhelming momentum.
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