Under the black night, ghostly figures in white robes drifted across the hills and fields, their forms ethereal, like phantoms, making not a sound.
Amidst the forest, Zhu Xi took in this spectacle, her eyebrows tightly furrowed.
She slowly retreated into the shadows; she turned around and walked towards the deeper parts of the forest.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, illuminating her figure draped in a deep purple long garment, her hair pinned atop her head, exuding an air of authority and spirit.
Having left the Celestial Spirit Great World tens of thousands of years ago, her experiences had already transformed her.
She approached a stone statue in the forest, her hand gently caressing the statue while she muttered an enigmatic and complex incantation.
Moments later, a luminescent green figure flew out from within the statue, an old crone in a Daoist robe, akin to a Soul Body, her face covered in black spots, especially frightening to behold.