Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain knitted his brows and opened his eyes, his face covered in frost-white. Between his hands surged an endless power that made gods tremble and devils sigh. Once it erupted, it would surely stir the winds and clouds until heaven and earth changed color.
Yet his physical body could no longer bear such violent power. The wound originally cleaved open by Xiang Yang's Que Xie Divine Blade grew increasingly severe; the wounds in his skin turned outward and festered, while the life within flickered on and off.
The might of Ice Heaven Tribulation had actually reached such a degree. With the primordial spirit of a Celestial being controlling a body reincarnated from Snow Ridge Spirit Essence, and after the earlier accumulation through the Snow Ridge Divine Art, he still found it difficult to eliminate the backlash. Its terror was plain to see.
Yet he remained unmoved, even filled with anticipation and expectation. Such power was the strength and ultimate peak he had pursued day and night, the reward for his years of schemes.
He was on his last breath, his vitality dispersing, yet this was not death—not the complete severance of life. His guess had indeed been right. If he had unleashed it today with the cultivation of a Celestial being, it would certainly have swept across the world without any backlash at all.
After all, he was now merely a wisp of a Withered Soul, and his body was grievously injured. He had only temporarily suppressed his wounds with a secret art.
"Kill Xiang Yang, and I still have a chance. I can rise again from the ashes—perhaps even surpass what I once was.
"Shui Wuhen, experts of the Central Plains, I will make you submit beneath the supreme Divine Might of Ice Heaven