Fox Fairy!

The Yuehua spiritual vein in Qingqiu Secret Realm has been silently declining for three years. The once shiny spiritual grass all over the mountain has gradually withered and turned yellow, reflecting the nine-tailed barrier light curtain of the rotating stars. Only the mottled pale golden light is left floating in the mist, as precarious as a candle in the wind. The Yuehua Pond in the depths of the secret realm was once a holy place for the Qingqiu Fox Clan to temper their demonic essence. Now the water level has dropped by several feet. The crystal-white spiritual vein crystals at the bottom of the pond are exposed and have lost their luster. Even the vortex of spiritual energy caused by low-level fox demons breathing in and practicing is so thin that it is almost invisible. This sudden spiritual decline was like an invisible net, dragging the entire Qingqiu to the edge of destruction. Lingxi stood by the Moonlight Pool, her moon-white brocade robe embroidered with fox patterns was fluttering in the mountain breeze, and the jade fox hairpin tied in her hair glowed with cold pearlescent light, which complemented the cool aura around her. As a candidate for the Qingqiu Nine-tailed Sky Fox, the shadow of the seven-tailed fox behind her loomed in the aura, and each fox hair was condensed with light silver moonlight, but there were occasional obscure pauses in the circulation of the aura - the backlash of the decline of the spiritual veins had invaded her demon elixir. There were only three months left before she could reach the nine-tailed immortal position, but the speed of the demon essence condensation was getting slower day by day, and she even occasionally suffered from retrograde swelling and pain. She lowered her eyes and stared at the fine ripples on the surface of the pool. Her eyes were full of concentration. The lives of thousands of tribesmen up and down Qingqiu were all tied to hers.