An ant that couldn't be erased? I formed a Pangu incarnation and still couldn't kill you? Breakdown

At the end of the icefield, heaven and earth merged into a pallid expanse.

That white expanse was ancient ice that had remained frozen for hundreds of millions of years.

That white expanse was a primordial chill frozen since chaos first opened.

Low rumbles occasionally rose from deep within the ice. They were the blood flowing through the earth's depths, the breathing of the Primordial Wilderness.

The wind swept down from the far north, carrying cold that could shatter souls. It scoured crisscrossing fissures into the entire icefield, like scars the heavenly Dao had carved into the world.

Qingyuan stood in the middle of the icefield.

He was not tall or imposing. He could even have been called somewhat slender.

His blue robe snapped in the wind. Its material was impossible to identify, as though it had been cut directly from the void. Countless tiny runes faintly flowed across its surface, arising, perishing, and cycling anew.

His face was youthful, so youthful it was almost unremarkable.

His features were regular, his brows and eyes refined. In a crowd, no one would have given him a second glance.

But anyone who could look directly into his eyes would have discovered an ancientness hidden in their depths that utterly belied his age.

It was a stillness that came only after witnessing countless eras rise and fall and watching all living beings pass through reincarnation.

His black hair streamed in the wind. Each strand seemed like an independent law, swaying gently in the void and stirring the surrounding space.

Standing there, he seemed like a world unto himself, one that belonged neither to the Primordial Wilderness nor to any known era.

The devouring Great Dao flowed soundlessly beneath his feet, swallowing the icefield's light and heat, its air and power, and even the