Huo Yuhao raised his head, his gaze piercing through the white mist of cold filling the room, and landed on the rolling mass of extreme cold Qi flowing above.
That mass of Qi was entirely a nearly transparent, glowing white, and inside, it seemed as if countless tiny ice crystals were spinning and colliding at high speed, refracting tiny specks of light.
It hovered beneath the ceiling without a fixed form, sometimes contracting into a ball, and other times spreading outward like clouds and mist, resembling a blizzard compressed to the extreme.
But through his previous communication with Ice Empress, Huo Yuhao could be absolutely certain that this mass of Qi was none other than the leader of the three great kings of the Far North, the Ice Sky Snow Maiden—Snow Empress!
Only she could release such pure, extreme coldness.
The Snow Empress's current state was clearly extremely unstable; she had been taken advantage of by humans during her transformation and imprisoned within that narrow container, which, for the Snow Empress standing at the pinnacle of the Far North, was an intolerable humiliation.
The years of the Seal had constantly fermented her anger and unwillingness, and now that she had escaped, those emotions that had been suppressed for many years finally gushed out.
In her eyes at this moment, only hatred remained.
And Huo Yuhao, the human youth who appeared before her eyes, became the first outlet for her hatred.
She didn't even think twice before wanting to mobilize all her power to crush this human.
But just at the moment she was about to act, her movements suddenly stalled.
An aura, so familiar that it made her heart tremble, was emanating from the youth below.
That was the Ice Empress's aura.
She had known the Ice Empress in the Far North for tens of thousands of years, walking side by side through countless snowstorms; she definitely would not mistake it.
The Snow Empress's offensive paused for a moment, and a trace of confusion surfaced in her heart.
"The Ice Empress has also transformed? But how could she be a boy after transforming?"
Just the moment that thought crossed her mind, a figure emerged from between Huo Yuhao's eyebrows.
It was a young girl with green twin tails, her figure petite, her face exquisite and cold.
As soon as the young girl appeared, she looked up at the Snow Empress and called out: "Snow Empress!"
The voice was crisp and short, carrying undisguised excitement and urgency.
The Snow Empress was stunned for a moment, then completely confirmed it—this really was the Ice Empress!
"Bing'er?"
The Snow Empress's tone softened significantly, and that overwhelming Killing Intent receded like a tide, mostly retracting.
She looked at the Ice Empress and asked: "What is going on? How did you become like this?"
The Ice Sky Snow Maiden, who once dominated the Far North, was now only able to transform into a drifting, unstable cold current hanging in mid-air, unable to even maintain a complete form.
In the Ice Empress's eyes, which were usually cold, there was now an undisguised surge of heartache.
She couldn't care about pleasantries and almost urgently shouted: "Snow Empress, now is not the time to talk about this! Stabilize your state first, we can talk about the rest later!"
The cold current hanging in mid-air surged slightly, as if the Snow Empress was shaking her head.
Then her voice came out, lower than before, carrying an indelible bitterness: "It's already too late."
"If I had successfully transformed, my Origin power would have been able to integrate into the human form and merge with my new body, so nothing would have happened."
"But now... the transformation process was forcibly interrupted, and my Origin power is almost impossible to suppress."
Her voice paused, as if she was gathering strength to say the next few words.
"My life is about to come to an end."
"No!" The Ice Empress almost shouted, carrying a sense of panic that rarely appeared on her, "It won't! With Yuhao here, you definitely won't be in trouble!"
The Snow Empress's aura fluctuated slightly, and a hint of doubt rose in her tone: "Yuhao?"
"That's right!" The Ice Empress turned around and pointed at Huo Yuhao beneath her, "He has a way, you must trust him!"
The tone was urgent and determined, carrying an unquestionable trust.
However, before Huo Yuhao could respond, the Snow Empress said coldly: "I don't need the help of a human."
Obviously, because she was sealed in the god-sealing platform, the Snow Empress naturally wouldn't have a good expression toward humans.
Huo Yuhao was not surprised by the Snow Empress's reaction; he had just communicated with his teacher, Electrolux, and although the Snow Empress's situation was tricky, it was not hopeless.
At this moment, he looked at the cold current exuding hostility and spoke calmly: "Snow Empress, the reason you cannot suppress your Origin power right now is that you have lost your physical body and have no vessel to bear the circulation of that power."
"But your Soul is very powerful, and I have a way to help you."
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The Divine Realm was shrouded in clouds and mist, filled with Immortal Qi.
White clouds were like spread-out cotton, layering toward the horizon, shimmering with a pale golden halo under the illumination of soft divine light.
The entire Divine Realm was immersed in a quiet and sacred atmosphere, as if time flowed exceptionally slowly here.
However, this scene had not always been this way.
Once upon a time, the Divine Realm was not like this; at that time, the Divine Realm was solemn and simple, the architecture was ancient and grand, without so many complicated decorations and soft tones, and everything prioritized practicality and majesty.
But ever since the Sea God Tang San's Ascension to the Divine Realm, this newly promoted God King had presided over a series of drastic reforms, one of which included the "Reconstruction of the Immortal Realm."
Under his leadership, the appearance of the Divine Realm gradually changed.
The originally cold and rigid lines were trimmed to be smoother and gentler, flying eaves and carved beams were added between the various palaces, the squares were paved with beautifully patterned jade bricks, and even the spiritual trees along the paths were pruned into neat landscapes.
The atmosphere of the Divine Realm seemed to have relaxed a lot, no longer as serious and rigid as before.
But some deities would occasionally shake their heads in private, feeling that the current Divine Realm had some flashy but impractical decorations, and lacked the simple and heavy sense of solemnity from back then.
However, these discussions naturally could not reach Tang San's ears, or rather, even if they did, no one would seriously bring them up.
At this moment, Tang San was sitting upright on the divine throne above the palace.
The divine throne was carved from glowing white divine jade, with two lifelike Sea Dragons coiled on the armrests, their heads slightly drooping as if overlooking the entire palace.
Tang San's sitting posture was composed, his eyes slightly closed, as he was observing the situation in the Lower Realm through the God Realm Central Hub.
Just at this moment, an aura suddenly appeared in the palace.
Tang San almost instinctively withdrew his hand, disconnecting from the God Realm Central Hub.
His expression became serious, his back straightened slightly, and his gaze looked vigilantly toward the direction of the palace entrance.
For a while now, that guy, the God of Destruction, always liked to come uninvited. The anger accumulated between the two due to differences in philosophy was getting bigger and bigger, and every time they met, it was inevitable to have a war of words; Tang San was already a bit tired of it.
He originally thought it was the God of Destruction who was always staring at him, but when he saw the figure of the person coming, those eyes that were originally filled with a little vigilance instantly softened, the corners of his mouth also unconsciously raised slightly, and his whole person relaxed from the solemnity of sitting on the divine throne.
The person coming was a woman, wearing a pink long dress, the hem of the skirt fluttering slightly behind her with her light steps, like peach blossoms blooming in spring.
Her long hair was black and shiny, the tips almost dragging to her heels, combed into a thick, long scorpion braid that swayed gently behind her with her movements.
Her steps were light and quick, skipping through the corridors of the palace, running straight toward the direction of the divine throne.
When she got close, she sat down on Tang San's lap without hesitation, her movements as natural as if she had done it a thousand times.
Tang San followed the momentum and reached out to wrap his arms around her waist, holding that slender and soft body steadily in his arms, looking down at her slightly flushed side face, his voice also softening a bit: "Why are you here?"
There was no one else in the entire Divine Realm who could be treated by Tang San in such a manner.
The person who came was his wife, the Asura Sword Sheath, Xiao Wu.
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A/N:
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