Eight hundred miles east of Kunlun, there is a mountain called Qingqiu, which is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and the forest is filled with spiritual energy that has lasted for thousands of years. On the top of the mountain, the Nine-tailed Fox Clan has lived for generations, tempering their spiritual power with the moonlight, nourishing the tribe with spiritual grass, and have remained uncontested for thousands of years. But with the frost this year, Qingqiu was shrouded in a strange cold air. All the spiritual grass that used to be vibrant withered, the streams froze into ice, and even the oldest elders in the clan were losing their spiritual power.
Su Qingci stood in front of the altar, her snow-white fox tail swinging gently behind her, her eyes full of anxiety. She is the most talented fox demon of Qingqiu's generation. She cultivated the Nine Tails within a hundred years. She was originally the heir to whom the clan had high hopes, but now she is helpless in the face of the crisis of the clan.
"Qing Ci, come with me." The voice of the clan leader, Bai Yuan, sounded a little tired. He walked slowly toward the clan's forbidden area - Suo Ling Pavilion, leaning on a crutch made of thousand-year-old wood. Su Qingci hurriedly followed. The pavilion was dark and damp. Only a dull bead was suspended on the stone platform in the center. It was Qingqiu's family treasure - the Lingxi Bead.
