Inside the Extreme Ice Temple, the wind and snow slowly settled, and not a sound remained in the vast, tranquil hall.
Hua Rong stood quietly upon the icy floor tiles, the gravity of her earlier thoughts still lingering between her brows.
She slowly raised her fair, slender wrist.
Her fingertips lightly brushed the Virtual Universe Watch on her wrist.
With a slight stir of thought, the black watch instantly lit up with a crystalline white holographic screen.
As light and shadow flowed, the communications interface slowly unfolded.
She deftly opened the pinned contact list.
On the screen, one contact bore a simple note—just two clean, succinct characters.
Second Brother.
Hua Rong's second brother was named Hua Feng.
The years had drifted by for millions upon millions of years.
By now, Hua Feng had already lived through several million years of long ages.
His cultivation had also stepped into the Eternal Realm, a realm countless ability users dreamed of reaching.
He had truly entered the eternal path, everlasting since time immemorial.
The Great Dao he had devoted his life to studying and comprehending was the profound and tyrannical Space Eternal Dao.
With a single thought, he could shift seas of stars; with a raised hand, he could seal off the heavens. His foundations were terrifying beyond ordinary imagination.
And Hua Rong, as the youngest in the family, was her parents' third child.
She was now only a few tens of thousands of years old.
Compared to the vast millions of years her second brother had spent cultivating, her age was as tender and fleeting as a bubble that vanished in an instant.
This was the norm for high-level ability users.
The higher one's realm, the more one's lifeform transcended the mundane.
The purer and more condensed one's bloodline, the harder and