The instant Tiga Lingyu closed her hand around the half-piece of blue crystal, an unprecedented stillness seized every one of her senses.
It was not cold, nor was it freezing.
It was a pure halt on a conceptual level.
She could feel the blood coursing through her veins, the beat of her heart, even the rise and fall of every thought being forcibly "calibrated" by a power from a higher dimension, drawn toward a point of infinite stillness.
The Ice Law she took such pride in was like a rushing stream flowing into a frozen, boundless ocean of ice.
Assimilated, overwritten, and ultimately made part of stillness itself.
Song Ling's experience, on the other hand, was entirely different.
When she gripped the pitch-black sphere, she felt an absolute end.
Not death, nor destruction.
It was a negation of all things at the level of existence itself.
The power of slaughter she had drawn from Ice Purgatory seemed to have found its ultimate purpose.
Rather than merely using extreme cold to destroy the structure of matter, she could now impose "termination" upon it directly, causing it to unravel itself and return to nothingness.
Two utterly different storms of divinity erupted into the deathly silent void, each centered on one of the women.
Around Tiga Lingyu, space took on a strange viscosity.
Countless tiny blue crystals formed out of thin air and vanished an instant later, as though continually testing how "hard" that space was.
Her long hair moved without wind, yet seemed frozen in a single frame. The path of every drifting strand was clear, slow and graceful.
Divine Position: [Absolute Stillness].
Behind Song Ling, a darkness of unfathomable depth unfolded.
It was neither shadow nor simple blackness, but a domain that swallowed even light.
Wisps of pitch-black frostflame spilled from