Amidst the serene embrace of Lianhua, cradled within an age-old forest, Mingxia stumbled upon a legacy concealed. Across two decades and two chapters, she honed her Qi in secrecy, embracing the ancient techniques her lineage had lost. And there, in the forest’s sacred alcove, she chanced upon a stone relic, its surface alive with glistening runes.
The Stone’s Testament
Drawn closer, she discerned these were not mere etchings but a prediction from ages past:
With the millennial blossom’s sigh, The clandestine cultivator’s tale will fly. With a heart untouched by deceit, She will make the looming dread obsolete.
Her path was unveiled.
A Shadow from Yore
Deep in the revelation, a subtle aura made Mingxia pivot. There stood an elderly woman, with hair mirroring the moon and eyes deep with timeless tales. The enigmatic Yue, legends said, had been the forest’s silent guardian for epochs.
“The prophecy now reveals itself to you,” Yue murmured, her tone mimicking autumn leaves’ dance. “Yet, is your spirit braced for its trials?”
Embracing the Ordeal
With unwavering conviction, Mingxia responded, “My journey, unwittingly, has been towards this crossroad.”
Yue led her to a hidden clearing, its centerpiece a pond mirroring the heavens. Mingxia’s task was to meditate here, weaving her Qi into nature’s eternal tapestry.
The world around her transformed with every heartbeat. The forest’s soft murmurs, the avian symphonies, the embrace of the zephyr—all danced within her mind.
The Prophecy’s Canvas
On the trio of sunrises, with dawn’s first embrace, Mingxia’s spirit painted a foreboding scene. Lianhua stood under a shadow, its people chained by dread. At this calamity’s core was a familiar silhouette—Lord Zhen, the noble consumed by relentless desires. He coveted the magic cradled in the forest’s soul.
Jolted awake, Mingxia’s purpose crystallized. She was Lianhua’s shield against Lord Zhen’s insidious grasp.
Mobilizing for the Showdown
Guided by Yue’s wisdom, Mingxia readied herself. Harnessing the forest’s bounty, they crafted elixirs potent enough to magnify her prowess. Yue also entrusted her with a revered relic—a staff, born from the forest’s eldest sentinel, pulsating with nature’s vigor.
The chapter’s curtain fell with Mingxia, fortified with her newfound arsenal, observing Lianhua from the woods’ threshold. The epochal defense of her sanctuary loomed.
