Lin Ming stood at the edge of the spatial rift, looking down at the slowly revolving ball of azure light in his palm.
The Sunflower Ice Spirit Object rested in his hand like a jewel containing an entire frozen ocean. The luminous patterns on its surface writhed and flowed like living things, releasing a vast surge of icy power with every pulse.
This power was immense and overbearing. Even Lin Ming had needed to envelop it in emperor flame before he could subdue it.
Turning around, Lin Ming glanced at the devastated icefield behind him, torn apart by the battle. Crisscrossing fissures, bottomless craters, and lingering cold filled the scene. He said to the others, "Guard me while I refine the Sunflower Ice Spirit Object."
"Be careful!" Zi Yan nodded, then took the North King and Xia Jia with her to guard the surrounding area.
Zi Yan stopped thirty feet from Lin Ming's side. Her purple-gold eyes calmly scanned the surrounding icefield as dragon phoenix light slowly rose around her, forming a flowing membrane over her body.
The North King and Xia Jia each chose a position, with the North King guarding the east and Xia Jia the west. The three formed a triangular defensive formation, protecting Lin Ming at its center.
Seeing this, Lin Ming sat cross-legged and formed an ancient hand seal, holding the Sunflower Ice Spirit Object above his palms.
Then he drew a deep breath and swallowed the ball of light in one gulp.
In an instant, a surge of extreme cold poured into Lin Ming's meridians like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
It was the most primal form of the water-origin source from the dawn of heaven and earth, carrying a savage power that seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth apart.
It surged wildly