The Imperial Palace of the Tian Yuan Empire, a structure that mirrored the majesty of the cosmos, stood as the pinnacle of architectural ambition.
Yet, tucked away in its deepest, most forgotten corner lay the Cold Palace.
The air here was perpetually thin and frigid, a stark contrast to the opulence found within the inner courts.
Within a small, dimly lit room, Xu Xiansu sat cross-legged on her hard wooden bed, her eyes, which had been closed in deep meditation for the past six hours, suddenly snapped open.
In that instant, a faint, golden-orange shimmer pulsed within her pupils before receding into the depths of her soul.
She exhaled a long, thin breath that condensed into a white mist in the freezing air, and then she stood up, feeling the newfound power coursing through her meridians.
"Peak Foundation Establishment realm," Xu Xiansu muttered, her voice sounding older and more weary than her young body should allow. "It took me one whole year... this is way too slow."
