Three months later.
Ice Spirit Continent.
Endless power of ice filled this continent, leaving it blanketed in snow and ice all year round, like a land of glaciers.
The temperature here was extremely low.
Ordinary races simply could not survive in such a harsh environment.
Even powerful cultivators would feel greatly uncomfortable if they remained in such an environment for too long without cultivating Ice Spirit Power.
Thus, on this vast continent, aside from a handful of powerful beings and Divine Beasts, the true rulers were the Ice Spirit Clan.
This race possessed unique constitutions. They were innately close to cold energy and had bodies seemingly forged from ice. In this cruel snowy environment, they thrived like fish in water.
Ice Spirit Clan Ancestral Land.
Ice mountains tens of thousands of feet high stretched endlessly, even forming an unbroken range of glacial peaks.
Like a natural spiritual array, it gathered all the endless power of ice.
Ice Palaces stood among them. This was the Ice Spirit Clan Ancestral Land.
Ice Spirit Clan warriors patrolled in every direction. A chilling aura spread ceaselessly with the wind and snow, seeming intent on freezing all things.
As one of the Great Thousand World's peak races, a race that had endured since ancient times, the Ice Spirit Clan had always stood high above all others. Even though they had declined somewhat in recent years, their pride had not changed in the slightest.
Their domineering ways were even more excessive than those of the Fire Spirit Clan in its heyday.
Yet on this day, the Ice Spirit Clan suddenly received a special calling card.
This calling card was far from ordinary. It carried a faint wisp of an incomparably powerful aura, like Heavenly Might.
This was an aura possessed only by a Heavenly Sovereign!
Even