Centered on Lu Jun, everything within sight—the gray-brown Gobi, the golden-purple remnants of energy, the divine light flowing around Xu Tiandi, even the savage, roaring phantom of the Purple Blaze Annihilation Dragon behind him, as well as the icy-blue sword light and white robes around Lu Jun himself... all of it lost its original colors in an instant, turning into a monotonous, pure white.
It was not the snowy white of snowflakes, nor the bright white of light, but a pallor closer to concepts such as nothingness and deprivation.
It was as if the entire world had instantly become an ancient photograph bleached beyond recognition, stripped of all warmth and vitality, leaving only outlines and the contrast of light and shadow.
Even sound seemed to have been absorbed by that absolute "white," and the battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
At the center of this pale domain, Xu Tiandi suddenly felt a chill that penetrated his bones, as if it could freeze his soul. It ignored the defenses of his second-level god body and acted directly upon his Life Origin.
It was not physical cold, but a chill closer to the level of laws, as though it sought to erase both the meaning and warmth of his existence.
"So this is... his Martial Soul Avatar?"
Xu Tiandi's heart turned cold.
He saw Lu Jun's figure become a pure white silhouette amid that absolute pallor. Only the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand retained a trace of restrained icy-blue radiance, like the sole foreign color and focal point in this pale world.
Xu Tiandi secretly counted himself fortunate.
Fortunately, he had not rashly used another trump card related to his Sun Martial Soul earlier. Otherwise, before such extreme deprivation and frigid laws, he would likely have been suppressed even more severely.