Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

He had many doubts in his mind. The old man should know the answer, but he just wouldn't say.

He seemed to think, "Go ahead and investigate if you dare," an attitude that left him helpless.

The sky gradually brightened, though it remained hazy.

The faint morning light pierced through the clouds and gently bathed the earth.

The afterglow of the setting sun began to slowly spread, turning the sky a pale red.

As night gradually falls, it brings a sense of tranquility and peace.

As the sky brightened, everything around us began to awaken.

In the capital, in the courtyard, winter has brought a world covered in ice and snow.

A biting wind blew, and snowflakes danced in the air before gently falling to the ground.

The trees and bushes in the yard were covered in snow, as if they were dressed in silver.

The branches were adorned with glistening icicles, shimmering with a cold light.

The snow-covered hills added a touch of fairytale magic to the yard.

All around was quiet, with only the soft sound of snow and the chirping of birds echoing in the air.

The servants left deep footprints in the snow, treading out paths that led into the distance.

Looking up, one can see frost flowers on the windows of the courtyard, and a soft light shines through the windows into the room.

The courtyard in winter was filled with crisp air and pure beauty.

Despite the cold, the snow-white world brought peace and beauty, making people feel refreshed and relaxed.

While I was still in a daze, countless snowflakes suddenly began to flutter up in front of me.

As night fell, a woman dressed in white stood alone in the snow, holding a sword.

She has a slender figure, like a blooming white lotus, with a firm and radiant gaze.

A cold wind howled past, and snowflakes fluttered down.

The woman suddenly swung her sword, unleashing a streak of silver light.

Her sword dance was poetic and picturesque, each move seemingly possessing boundless power and elegance.

Suddenly, the snowflakes stopped falling.

Snowflakes rose from the ground, fluttering like thousands of silver butterflies.

Snowflakes intertwine in the air to form beautiful patterns, like a dreamlike painting.

The woman's sword dance became even more unrestrained; she swung her sword like the wind, each swing seemingly capable of tearing through the cold night sky.

A sword flashes, snowflakes fly, pure white and fluttering, each snowflake radiating a pure and warm light.

The entire sky was filled with the scent of snow, like a magnificent silver ocean.

Snowflakes danced in the air, like angels leaping and dancing, graceful and beautiful as the snow covered the world, creating a breathtaking and aesthetically pleasing scene.

This moment seems to transcend the constraints of reality, merging with the magic and mystery of nature.

Finally, the woman swung her sword, and a long howl echoed through the night sky.

Snowflakes fell silently to the earth like stars, pure white as frost.

The woman sheathed her sword and turned around, her white clothes as white as snow, as if she had blended into this icy and snowy landscape.

Her sword dance left behind a moving story, shining with eternal beauty against the backdrop of the night.

That scene was captivating, inspiring awe at the magnificence of nature and the woman's talent.

The falling snowflakes and the dancing sword intertwined to create a magnificent scene, leaving an eternal memory in my heart.

In the study room.

The Marquis of Destruction, who was still fast asleep, seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes.

Wearing white pajamas and wrapped in a blue cotton-padded jacket, she walked to the bedside, opened a corner of the window, and looked out.

The falling snowflakes made him pause slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

"This child...is more than ten times faster than I expected."

After a pause, a soliloquy echoed in the dimly lit study.

"I don't know what triggered her."

As snowflakes swirled in his face, he quickly closed the window slightly to keep them all out.

He felt a bit cold, so he tightened his cotton-padded coat.

I wanted to go back to my room and lie down, but I still wanted to look at the snow falling all around me a little longer.

So beautiful!

Spectacular, magnificent!

At the gate of the Fan residence, in the "security pavilion" specially built by the Crown Prince, an old man was fast asleep.

Beside it, a gourd was tilted to one side, with wine slowly dripping from its mouth.

If he were sober, he would probably feel the pinch again.

The old man, after drinking, slept so soundly that even thunder and lightning might not wake him.

After all, the chaos in Yangzhou on the day of the rebellion had not disturbed his peaceful sleep.

But at that moment, the old man opened his eyes immediately.

The campfire in the stove was still burning, and the heat filled the entire guard booth, making it very warm.

The aroma of wine wafted through the air, filling every corner.

He took a greedy drag and turned to look outside the courtyard.

The snowflakes falling from the sky are breathtakingly beautiful; such a change in the weather is truly one of the wonders of the world.

Below the villa, in the small courtyard, Yu Linglong leaned lazily against the window. Snowflakes occasionally fell, but they evaporated the moment they touched her.

On this day, the Nine Yin Sword Body, a rare talent seen only once in a thousand years, re-entered the Qian Yuan Realm.

Once you fall from your original realm, it becomes very difficult to cultivate back to your original level.

Ten years, twenty years, or even a hundred years are all possible.

Even the book "General History of the Qian Yuan Era" contains many records on this matter, so it is unlikely to be wrong.

But this prodigy returned to his peak in just two months.

Not only that, but it has reached new heights and made further progress.

Peak of the Qian Yuan era!

Just one step away from breaking through to the realm of nothingness.

Star Observation Deck.

An elderly, white-haired dwarf gently twitched his fingers, then looked up at the swirling snowflakes and sighed softly:

"The Fan family has so many outstanding talents..."

Snowflakes swept through not only the Fan residence, but the entire capital city.

On this day, the entire capital city awoke ahead of schedule to witness this snow scene, a sight rarely seen in the world for a century.

Exclamations of amazement were heard continuously.

The name Fan Bingyan has once again become a hot topic in Beijing.

In the courtyard, the young man arrived gracefully and clapped in congratulations.

"Congratulations, little sister, on regaining the peak of the Qian Yuan realm!"

The word "little sister" seemed to possess immense magical power, causing the snowflakes in the sky to pause for a moment and become chaotic.

"Your Highness is still awake?"

The aloof swordswoman ultimately did not utter a single word of "brother," sheathed her sword and stood there, neither joy nor sorrow.

"With such a commotion, I'm afraid the entire capital won't be able to sleep."

Fan Bingyan remained silent, gazing at the Azure Sky Divine Sword in her hand.

This divine sword greatly aided her breakthrough.

Most importantly, there was that general outline of cultivation.

Chapter 224 [The Sky-Covering Project]

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, the sword-wielding woman, dressed in a pristine white robe, appeared like an angel.

She stood tall and straight, with a white ribbon tied around her waist, like frozen ice and snow.

Her long, black hair, as dark as the night sky, danced in the wind, exuding a mysterious charm.

Fan Zui noticed that those eyes were as bright as stars, and a glimmer of unwavering Daoist resolve shone between their brows.