*Upper Realms, Borders of the Immortal Grave*
The wind howling at the edge of the Immortal Grave bore no resemblance to the fragrant breezes of the Dao Temple. It was a glacial whistle, laden with a fetid humidity that seemed to seep directly into the pores of the skin to freeze the flow of Qi.
The landscape stretching before the trio was an insult to life: a plain of gray ashes from which emerged petrified bone structures, remnants of titanic creatures that had fallen during the Era of Origins. The sky, a sickly violet, was obscured by a stagnant mist of Yin Qi so dense that it hid the celestial stars, creating an eternal twilight where visibility did not exceed a few dozen meters.
Xuan BaiShe advanced with a tranquil step, his hands clasped behind his back. His black silk tunic, embroidered with silver turtle motifs, seemed to naturally repel the shreds of toxic mist thanks to the passive protection of his Overlord aura.
