Leaving the Extreme North Ice Plains

She looked at Xiao Yun, and an indescribable emotion appeared in her ice-blue eyes.

"Xiao Yun... Senior." Her voice was a little hoarse, but her tone had become far more respectful. "You know so much about the history of the God Realm. Do you have the ability to... help the Soul Beast race escape such a fate?"

Xiao Yun looked at her, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly into a faint smile. But that smile carried a trace of disdain.

"I'm just an ordinary human. What does the fate of Soul Beasts have to do with me?"

The Snow Empress's lips trembled slightly. She wanted to say something, only to find that her throat seemed blocked by something, and she could not utter a single word.

Xiao Yun looked at her, his gaze softening a little.

"Besides," he said, his voice gentler, "your opportunity isn't with me."

The Snow Empress raised her head, her eyes full of confusion.

"In another ten thousand years, your opportunity will come. There's no need to be anxious."

Ten thousand years?

The Snow Empress frowned. To her, ten thousand years was only a brief stretch in her long life. But what exactly was the "opportunity" Xiao Yun spoke of?

She closed her eyes, sinking her Spiritual Sense into her body and carefully sensing her condition. The ice Soul Core slowly circulated within her, each pulse releasing a biting chill.

There was indeed something wrong with her body, but for now, the problem was not fatal. With her strength, she was confident she could break the mere shackle of seven hundred thousand years.

She opened her eyes, and their ice-blue depths regained their usual cold clarity.

"Senior Xiao Yun," she said, her voice calm again, "you must have miscalculated. With my Origin of Ice, I