Qiwen Peak, Cyan Pine Forest.
Here was the closest to the void where Daoist Huixie and the three Foundation Establishment cultivators battled that day, and the area impacted the most. Under the influence of the aftermath, the forest is now ravaged as if by a snowstorm.
The originally straight pine trees now appear in disarray. Some branches have been bent under the heavy snow, nearly touching the ground, and the needles are adorned with icicles that flicker coldly in the dim light, devoid of past vitality.
Broken branches lie scattered across the snow, their bark stripped away to reveal stark white interiors, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding pristine snow.
Among the area claimed by the broken branches, a milky white halo flickers, eventually condensing into an illusory portal.
Liou Yuan, with lingering trepidation on his face, walked briskly out from the portal.
