Tang San: Why Are You Here?
Huo Yuhao raised his head, his gaze piercing through the white, icy mist before him and landing on the swirling, frigid air currents above the room.
The mass of air was an almost transparent, luminous white, with countless tiny ice crystals inside spinning and colliding rapidly, refracting tiny specks of light.
It floats below the ceiling, without a fixed shape, sometimes shrinking into a ball, and sometimes spreading outward like clouds, like a blizzard compressed to its limit.
However, through his previous communication with the Ice Empress, Huo Yuhao was absolutely certain that this mass of air was none other than the Heavenly Snow Woman, the leader of the Three Heavenly Kings of the Extreme North — the Snow Empress!
Only she could unleash such pure and extreme chill.
The Snow Empress's condition was clearly extremely unstable at the moment. When she transformed into human form, she was taken advantage of and imprisoned in that small container. This was an intolerable humiliation for the Snow Empress, who stood at the summit of the Far North.
The years of imprisonment fueled her anger and resentment, and now that she was free, the emotions that had been building up for so many years finally erupted.
At this moment, all that remained in her eyes was hatred.
Huo Yuhao, the human boy who appeared before her, became the first outlet for her hatred.
Without even thinking twice, she wanted to use all her power to crush this human.
But just as she was about to make her move, her actions suddenly froze.
A familiar aura, one that sent a shiver down her spine, was emanating from the boy below.
That's the aura of Ice Empress.
She had known the Ice Empress for tens of thousands of years in the Extreme North, and they had walked side by side through countless storms and snows. She would never mistake him for someone else.
Snow Empress's offensive paused for a moment, a trace of confusion rising in her mind.
Ice Empress has transformed too? But why is he a boy after transforming?
The moment that thought crossed her mind, a figure emerged from between Huo Yuhao's eyebrows.
She was a girl with green pigtails, petite figure, and delicate yet cold face.
As soon as the girl appeared, she looked up at the Snow Empress and called out, "Snow Maiden!"
The voice was crisp and short, carrying undisguised excitement and urgency.
Snow Empress was stunned for a moment, then she was completely certain: this was the Ice Empress!
"Bing'er?"
Snow Empress's tone softened noticeably, and the overwhelming killing intent subsided considerably, like the receding tide.
She looked at Ice Empress and asked, "What happened? How did you become like this?"
The once mighty Heavenly Snow Woman of the Extreme North is now reduced to a wisp of drifting cold air, unable to maintain even a complete form.
Ice Empress's usually cold eyes were now brimming with undisguised heartache.
She didn't bother with pleasantries and almost urgently called out, "Snow Maiden, now is not the time to talk about this! Stabilize yourself first, we can talk about the rest later!"
The cold current suspended in mid-air rippled slightly, as if the Snow Empress were shaking her head.
Then her voice came out, a few decibels lower than before, carrying a lingering bitterness. "It's too late."
"If I successfully transform into human form, my primordial power can merge with my newborn body and become one with it, then nothing will happen."
"But now... the transformation process has been forcibly interrupted, and my primordial power is almost uncontrollable."
Her voice paused, as if she were gathering her strength to say the next few words.
"My Life God is coming to an end."
"No!" Ice Empress almost shouted, her voice filled with a panic rarely seen in her. "No! With Yuhao here, you'll be alright!"
Snow Empress's aura fluctuated slightly, and a hint of doubt appeared in her tone. "Yuhao?"
"That's right!" Ice Empress turned around, pointed to Huo Yuhao beneath her, "He has a way, you should trust him!"
The tone was urgent yet resolute, carrying an unquestionable trust.
However, before Huo Yuhao could respond, Snow Empress coldly said, "I don't need human help."
Clearly, because she was sealed inside the God Sealing Platform, the Snow Empress would not have a friendly attitude towards humans.
Huo Yuhao was not surprised by Snow Empress's reaction. He had just spoken with his teacher, Electrolux, and although Snow Empress's situation was troublesome, it was not without a solution.
At this moment, he looked at the hostile cold current and calmly said, "Snow Empress, the reason you cannot suppress the power of origin is because you have lost your physical body and have no vessel to bear the flow of that power."
"But your soul is very powerful; I have a way to help you."
The Divine Realm is shrouded in mist and ethereal energy.
The pure white clouds, like unfolded cotton wool, stretched layer upon layer towards the horizon, shimmering with a pale golden halo under the soft divine light.
The entire Divine Realm was immersed in a tranquil and sacred atmosphere, as if time flowed exceptionally slowly here.
However, this scene has not always been like this.
The Divine Realm was not always like this. Back then, the Divine Realm was solemn and simple, with ancient and grand architecture. There were not so many complicated decorations and soft colors; everything was based on practicality and majesty.
However, ever since Sea God Tang San, ascended to the Divine Realm, this newly appointed God King has spearheaded a series of sweeping reforms, including the "Reconstruction of the Immortal Realm".
Under his leadership, the landscape of the Divine Realm gradually changed.
The originally cold and rigid lines have been smoothed and softened, and flying eaves and carved beams and painted rafters have been added between the palaces. The square is paved with exquisitely patterned jade bricks, and even the sacred trees along the road have been trimmed into neat and orderly landscapes.
The atmosphere in the Divine Realm seemed much more relaxed, no longer as serious and rigid as before.
However, some God privately shake their heads occasionally, feeling that the Divine Realm today has too many flashy decorations and has lost the simple and profound solemnity of the past.
However, these discussions naturally didn't reach Tang San's ears, or rather, even if they did, no one would take them seriously.
At this moment, Tang San was sitting upright on the God Throne above the God Temple.
The God Throne is carved from pure white jade, and two lifelike Sea Dragon are coiled on the armrests, their heads slightly lowered, as if looking down on the entire God Temple.
Tang San sat calmly, his eyes slightly closed, observing the situation in the lower realm through the God Realm Hub.
Just then, an aura suddenly appeared in the God Temple.
Tang San almost instinctively stopped, severing his connection with the God Realm Hub.
His expression turned serious, his back straightened slightly, and his eyes looked warily toward the entrance of the God Temple.
Lately, the God of Destruction has been showing up uninvited, and the tension between the two, stemming from their differing ideologies, has been escalating. Every time they meet, a heated argument ensues, which Tang San is starting to find tiresome.
He initially thought it was the God of Destruction was always watching him again, but when he saw the figure clearly, his eyes, which had been somewhat wary, softened instantly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly. He relaxed from the solemnity of sitting on his God Throne.
The newcomer was a woman wearing a long pink dress, the hem of which swayed gently behind her with her light steps, like peach blossoms blooming in spring.
Her long, black, glossy hair, almost reaching her heels, was styled into a thick, long scorpion braid that swayed gently behind her with her movements.
She moved with light steps, skipping and hopping through the God Temple's long corridors, heading straight for the God Throne.
Upon reaching him, she unceremoniously sat down on Tang San's lap, the movement as natural as if she had done it a thousand times.
Tang San reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her slender and soft body firmly in his embrace. Looking down at her slightly flushed profile, his voice softened a bit. "Why are you here?"
There is no one else in the entire Divine Realm who could be treated with such an attitude by Tang San.
The person who arrived was his wife, Asura Scabbard Xiao Wu.