In that perilous wilderness, the fierce wind howled like a demonic roar, sweeping across the withered yellow grass and producing a sharp, rustling sound. In the distance, mountain ranges undulated like sleeping beasts, looking oppressively heavy beneath the hazy sky. Dark clouds hung low, as if they were about to pour down at any moment, preparing to wash the land in a violent baptism.
Zhang Yue stood alone atop a protruding boulder, his brow furrowed, his deep gaze fixed on the distance as though trying to pierce through the endless expanse. Dressed in a cyan robe whose sleeves snapped in the wind, his posture was as upright as a pine. With his sword-like brows, starry eyes, and a resolute expression tempered by hardship, his black hair danced in the gale without disturbing his steadfast demeanor. At this moment, anxiety churned in his heart like a tide; internal team conflicts weighed on him like heavy chains, and figuring out how to make everyone truly master their newly awakened powers remained a persistent gloom in his mind.
At that moment, Ziyan approached lightly and slowly, like a secluded lotus. She wore a long purple dress that drifted in the wind like an immortal descending to earth. The intricate patterns embroidered on the gown flickered in and out of sight in the dim light, adding a touch of mystery. Her figure was graceful and her waist slender, yet she possessed a subtle strength. Her waterfall-like black hair was as smooth as silk, swaying gently in the bre…
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