In the once-tranquil void where Chu He's gaze was fixed,
a nearly imperceptible tremor suddenly began to spread.
It was like nature's faintest pulse, yet it heralded an extraordinary change.
As this power surged, space itself was warped and twisted,
and after a final, heart-stopping ripple, a long, thin fissure slowly tore open.
From within this rift, a young girl of about fifteen or sixteen slowly stepped out.
Her arrival brought with it an unmistakable chill and a profound eeriness.
The girl's eyes were a rare silver-white, unlike anything of the mortal world.
One dared not meet her gaze, fearing a single glance would cause them to drown in that boundless emptiness.
Under the hazy light, her skin had a translucent quality, looking exceptionally delicate,
but the purple patterns winding across it were like violets blooming in the night—
both beautiful and dangerous,
lending the girl an air of ineffable, eerie charm.
As the girl fully emerged,
