The chill of the lingering winter was crushed into fragments by the warm breeze, kneading it into green mists steaming among the mountains and rivers of the Southern Barbarian Lands. The calamity-stricken lands that once spanned ten thousand miles of scorched earth had finally survived the deepest, most profound silence of death.
Nearly a hundred autumn frosts and spring dews, acting like the deft hands of heavenly artisans with silver shuttles and golden threads spun from the essence of the sun and moon, meticulously mended the scarred earth.
The Mortal Tribulation Qi that had shrouded heaven and earth was scoured away by formless gales and the majestic power of the stars, diluted until it was almost imperceptible.
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