The mountain wind brushed across her forehead, lifting her bangs. In that moment, Hua Xiaoling possessed a sorrowful, quiet beauty. Her voice was slow as she spoke. "Our ancestors were merely exiles, suppressed by this land for generations. The strongest among us can never surpass the Foundation Establishment Realm. For us, seeking the Dao for eternal life is nothing but an ethereal, unrealistic dream. It's impossible to even extend our lifespans. We cultivate only to survive."
"Here, not even the greatest geniuses can escape fate's curse. Those who foolishly attempt to leave the Fenggu Forbidden Land all end up having their Cultivation dissipate before they die."
"We have seals and curses within our bodies. Since we can't break them, we are trapped here forever—no different from prisoners!"
"But even so, we must still struggle to survive, cultivating diligently. Otherwise, we won't even have the right to live here."
