Endless glaciers floated across the boundless ocean.
This was the Northern Sea.
The uttermost north of the land.
It was a region that even the Solar Spirit struggled to reach.
This place was filled with Nether Spirits and Chaos Spirits.
Beneath a glacier, inside a massive grotto.
Cough, cough!!!
Cough, cough!!!
Fits of coughing and weak, labored breaths rang out from time to time.
"You really should rest! Do not let your emotions become too agitated."
"That is not conducive to healing your injuries."
A middle-aged man with black hair, a small mustache, and silver armor spoke with a concerned expression.
"Water God!"
"How can I rest!"
"That dog Yi He is about to finish refining the Golden Crow."
"In two months at most, the Golden Crow will be born."
Fire God Zhurong currently lay upon a stone platform, his complexion extremely pale. His originally imposing and domineering crimson armor had also become tattered and torn. From the damaged areas of the armor, one could see that Fire God Zhurong was severely injured, his sternum visibly caved in.
The healing abilities inherent to his divine body were struggling to repair him, but the golden runes etched across his body pierced into his wounds like nails, preventing Fire God Zhurong's injuries from ever healing. Scalding blood continuously poured from the wound on his chest, and one could even glimpse a bloody, beating heart within the injury, making the scene extremely bloody and horrifying.
"I never expected both Yi He and Shining Demon Beast to possess such terrifying strength."
Another old man lay beside Fire God Zhurong. His hair stood on end, as if he had applied an entire bottle of hair gel. His condition was no better than Zhurong's, bleeding while drawing upon starlight to heal himself. He was Star God