Her beauty was otherworldly and flawless to the point of being unreal but it carried a dangerous edge, like a poisoned blade wrapped in silk.
Suddenly… Her eyes shifted.
She looked toward a distant direction, her gaze piercing through countless mountains, rivers, and domains as if nothing could obstruct her sight.
A faint frown appeared on her delicate face.
"Someone… has healed a wound from my Emerald Void Arrow."
Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it carried an indescribable weight.
The moment those words left her lips, the surrounding mist trembled, and the skulls beneath her seemed to rattle faintly, as though reacting in fear.
That arrow was not something that could be easily erased. It carried her will. Her Dao. Her mark.
Anyone struck by it would be cursed for eternity, their life slowly eroded no matter how powerful they were.
Even the strongest beings could only suppress it… they could never truly remove it.
And yet now it has been undone completely.
