The dusk deepened, and the first snowflake silently descended upon the flying eaves, like the silent whispers between heaven and earth.
Soon after, the snow curtain cascaded down from the nine heavens, swirling gracefully, dancing between heaven and earth.
The ancient gray-blue city walls gradually shed their former weathered heaviness under the heavy snowfall, covered by the pristine white snow.
On the walls, the ancient battlements were sculpted by the snow, their outlines becoming soft and hazy, as if time had frozen here, leaving only a serene tranquility.
Here lies Xiongcheng, under the rule of the Nightmare Demon Palace.
Above the ancient city, a faintly discernible array barrier stood between heaven and earth, isolating this city from the outside world.
On the streets, the thick snow concealed the patterns of the stone path, creaking as footsteps fell upon it.
The shops along the street had long closed, with only a few lanterns swaying amidst the wind and snow.
