Misty World.
Atop a towering, cloud-piercing mountain, a woman clad in purple Cloud Attire stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing at the black mist that enveloped this world in the distance.
This mountaintop was one of the rare places in this world not shrouded by mist.
At that moment, the woman murmured to herself, "It seems that the restriction is about to be broken. I wonder if I will still be able to see those two disciples I took when I return to that world once more."
Although it looked like the restriction was ending, the process was rather lengthy, perhaps ten years, or maybe a hundred years.
For cultivators with long lifespans, a hundred years might not mean much, but for ordinary people, a hundred years was a lifetime.
There was a difference between immortals and mortals.