The So-Called Civilization of the Cosmic Civilization Alliance!

The heavy ice doors of the Extreme Ice Temple slowly opened inward amid a series of fine, crisp crackles from spreading ice patterns.

A cool, pure airflow of ice and snow rushed toward her, washing away the dust of travel clinging to her body.

Ying Luan stepped onto the smooth, crystalline icy floor and gently raised her gaze toward the high platform at the very depths of the hall.

Upon that platform stood an ice throne carved from a single block of ten-thousand-year mystic ice.

A woman of graceful, otherworldly bearing sat quietly upon it.

Her translucent, lustrous glazed-ice dress clung to her figure, its hem flowing with faint streams of frosty radiance.

Her brows and eyes were gentle and serene, her temperament cool and detached from the mortal world, while an immense sacred aura of the newly attained Celestial God Realm lingered around her.

It was Hua Rong, who had successfully emerged from seclusion.

A sincere, gentle smile instantly rippled through Ying Luan's eyes. She bowed slightly in salute, her voice respectful and delighted as she offered her congratulations:

"Disciple congratulates Master on successfully breaking through to the Celestial God Realm."

Hearing this, Hua Rong, seated upon the ice throne, slowly curved her lips into a faint, tender smile.

She offered no needless pleasantries, merely nodding softly in acknowledgment.

The next instant, her figure was as light as drifting snow and icy clouds, without a trace of worldly dust beneath her feet.

She floated down the towering icy steps.

In the blink of an eye, she landed steadily before Ying Luan, poised and unhurried.

Her gaze warmly assessed her most prized eldest disciple. In a soft, gentle voice, she slowly asked:

"Little Luan, speak."

"You hurried back to the ice hall to find me. What thorny matter is there