Zhao Bai walked toward the horizon where sea met sky, his steps calm and unhurried.
Every step carried an overwhelming sense of pressure.
When he reached the end of the ice, he swung his blade again, turning the surging seawater into a solid ice bridge and stepping onto it.
He repeated the process over and over.
At last, amid the drifting sea mist, Zhao Bai saw that colossal body. It was as towering and magnificent as he had imagined, like a mountain stretching across the sea. It was Penglai, Fangzhang, Yingzhou—the wandering immortal realm of Shenzhou legend—yet it brought no beauty.
It brought only death.
Loose earth had accumulated atop its enormous body, making it resemble a walking continent.
Zhao Bai took a deep breath and stood with his blade held across his body.
"Are you the one who tore loving couples apart and still intends to plague the innocent people of Shenzhou?"
"Did you think I would simply stand by?"
Chiyou merely roared, its immense body trembling as it sensed the threat. Like a tank advancing toward a minefield, it instinctively wanted to turn aside.
Zhao Bai pressed Ice Lotus Sky into the water. Centered on the blade's tip, the ocean within a hundred li instantly froze solid.
A floating ice sheet forty li in diameter and sixty meters deep.
Chiyou's massive body was encased within an even broader expanse of deep-blue ice. This was clearly Chiyou's home ground, yet Zhao Bai had effortlessly turned it to his advantage.
He remembered that Chiyou had three hearts.
Only by completely destroying all three hearts could Chiyou be truly killed.
In the real world outside, Ji Lin's Xuanyuan Sword had pierced one, Hyperion's main cannon had blasted one apart, and the protagonist group had dealt with the last one.
But in