The cold wind is like a knife, splitting the night sky.
A crimson ominous star tore open the sky, fell from the north, and exploded over thousands of miles of ice fields.
The purple star dimmed in response, and the sky and the earth lost color.
In an instant, the snow poured down, as if the door of Jiuyou opened, and eternal night descended on the world.
The majestic palace halls were instantly covered with thick frost, the glazed tiles crackled and shattered, and the ice edges on the eaves dropped like swords.
Under the corridor, the palace people fell dead in droves. The nobles draped in brocade screamed and slipped on the icy bluestone. Their gold embroidered shoes could not hold even an inch of life and they never got up again.
The warblers that once competed for favor and beauty now only whimpered and howled, quickly freezing into silent corpses in the wind and snow.
Deep in the cold palace, the side hall is leaking and has broken tiles, and frost is seeping from the cracks in the walls.
Xiao Fuxue was huddled on the broken couch in the corner, wrapped in a faded old clothes, her face was pale but her eyes were clear.
She didn't scream for help like the others, nor did she kneel down and pray to heaven.
She just slowly raised her hand and lit the only remaining oil lamp.
