The morning dew on the glazed eaves slowly dripped, the small sparkling droplet reflecting the Hundred Lakes. Among the Hundred Lakes stood a graceful woman of cold frost, dressed in a moonlit robe, holding a Jade Frost Sword.
Suddenly, the dew that had not yet touched the ground burst apart, turning into countless smaller water vapors. At the same time, the Hundred Lakes began to surge, the lake water evaporated by some great power, with countless steams rising up toward the sky!
That was the aura of eight Martial Gods forming a net of heaven and earth above the Hundred Lakes, they were besieging this cold frost woman.
The White-faced Martial God, with the lowest seniority, was compelled by the threats of the other seven Martial Gods to strike first.
The White-faced Martial God took out an iron pen, its tip as sharp as an ancient long halberd. As it swiftly drew, mysterious octagonal ink symbols appeared in the space.
