People could make it to the summit of Tianshan. Shi Lan had expected that.
What she hadn't expected was to find such a bizarre scene.
More than a dozen figures were encased in thick ice, all seated cross-legged with their palms turned skyward. Their faces beneath the clear ice were lifelike, eyes gently closed as if they had merely fallen asleep. But Shi Lan could sense that the blood and qi within them had dried up, and their souls showed no sign of life.
Near a cliff in the distance sat an old man in a straw rain cape. Not a fleck of snow or frost clung to him. His eyelids drooped as he held a long fishing rod, looking as though he were nodding off while fishing.
A gigantic star hung motionless in the sky, half-hidden among a boundless sea of clouds. Its surface was faintly blue, and a hazy radiance shimmered around it. Vast amounts of energy essence flowed over its surface, and boundless divine power fell like raindrops, bathing the entire Tianshan range.
Under this downpour of energy, the Extreme Dao seal deep in Shi Lan's soul suddenly grew extraordinarily active, absorbing several times more energy than before.
A layer of cold mist cloaked the entire star, obscuring it from view. With Shi Lan's eyesight now, she could easily see through it.
What made her uneasy was the vast expanse of bloodstained palace ruins on the star. The power within that blood reminded her of the divine king's blood essence sealed inside her.
This level of power surpassed the Supremes and touched the domain of time and space. An Emperor-level figure had evidently spilled their blood here. Clearly, an unimaginable battle had once taken place.
Shi Lan slowly walked past the rows of ice sculptures, then stopped