Within the vast, secluded territory of the Shen Clan Domain, the laws of nature bend to the absolute will of the ancient lineage.
Mountains of floating spirit stones drifted through the clouds, and rivers of compressed spiritual liquid cascaded from heaven to earth, misting the landscape in a permanent shroud of dense, rich qi.
At the center of this sacred domain sat Chu Xueyu's Palace, an architectural marvel that stood as a symbol of absolute authority, unyielding and majestic.
Inside the grand audience hall, the atmosphere was thick with an oppressive, solemn silence.
Chu Xueyu sat gracefully upon her throne.
She looked like a goddess descended from the higher realms, her features flawless, her gaze colder than the deepest abysses of the frozen north, yet carrying an innate majesty that demanded unconditional submission.
A step below her, standing like rigid statues of iron, the Seven Enshrined Elders stood silently.
