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On Qin Yu's way to the Demon Sect, far in the Weichuan Major Realm, in the territory of Penglai... the world was covered in snow and ice, vast and boundless, devoid of birds in the sky and humans on the paths.
The peaks of the mountains rose like palaces, with high towers standing within.
The top floor of the high tower was somewhat pitch-black, for there was no light and no sound of breathing.
After a while, there was a faint sound from inside, like someone standing up, slowly pacing, then silently lighting a candlelight, casting faint hues of halo, but her features were not clear. She walked barefoot toward the balcony in this weak halo, inch by inch from darkness to the land of light.
The wind and snow howled as she stood on the tip, at the railing, reaching out her hand, slightly curling her fingers in the void, a wisp of ghostly fog swimming in the palm.
Her clone had already dissipated, leaving behind a remnant soul only to convey memories.
