The mountains were continuous and the green color was light.
Amidst the vast mist, a piece of land that was still emitting the smell of fresh soil was suspended in mid-air. Countless runes rose up around it and interweaved like a net, covering the entire heaven and earth.
The floating island was littered with fallen leaves, sword marks, and spear marks. The aura of all kinds of spell techniques was mixed together, and it seemed to be the ruins of a great battle.
A graceful figure sat cross-legged in the middle. She was wearing a pink dress with a brocade belt. Her snow-white hair was like a pair of conch shells, decorated with flowers. Her eyes were closed, and her four tails were dangling. In the charm unique to the Fox race, there was a wild exuberance.
It was Yu Xue Zhao!
At this moment, her entire body was surging with dharmic powers. Like a tidal wave, her aura was rising!