Snowflakes drifted through the wintry dusk, painting the world in a delicate shade of white.

Inside a modest wooden cabin, warm light flickered. The room was sparsely furnished: a simple bed, a wooden table strewn with scrolls, and a high-backed chair where a young man sat, pen in hand.

"Winter has wrapped the world in its icy embrace, LianXian, pen these words with both hope and trepidation. As I read the diaries of great cultivators, I am inspired by their journeys, their struggles, and their victories "

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He paused, glancing out the window at the swirling snow, pondering about something then continued writing

Two years have passed since I first descended into the Lower World. The path has been fraught with challenges and obstacles. I reflect on the journey that has brought me here.

The snow falls relentlessly outside, much like the obstacles that have tried to deter me. LianXian took a deep breath, trying to steady the excitement that bubbled within him. Tomorrow is a new beginning. I will step into the Sect’s gates, for sect enlistment test i know it will be hard but im excited and nerverious, it has been a tough journey to reach her