Silence.
The altar in the void felt like the desolation of autumn leaves falling, a sorrowful desolation. The sea of stars formed by the ice elements outside made the air even colder. Starlight shimmered brilliantly across Snow Empress's flawless face, but the woman's words weighed like a mountain, pressing down on them until it was hard to breathe.
The woman atop the Frozen Throne looked down at Snow Empress, who stood in silence. She did not urge her on. It was no more than reasonable to show some patience toward someone suitable, after waiting so long to find her.
The position of Ice God had to be passed on. The time her lingering remnant could remain in this world was running out. If she lost Snow Empress, the future might be no better than that of Angel God's—perhaps even worse.
So she had to seize this chance!
Give up everything?
Cast aside the "useless" joys and sorrows of the heart to inherit the Godhood of Ice God?
Would she still be herself? Without Xu Lanqing, without Ice Empress and the Far North, what would becoming a god even mean?
Understanding the woman's meaning, Snow Empress's excitement gradually subsided, and her mood returned to calm.
"Must I do this to become a god?" Snow Empress questioned her. "I once met a god. He seemed quite different from you."
She was naturally talking about Tang San. Though they had only met briefly, he had possessed the same emotions as any human being—completely unlike the woman before her.
"What do you think a god is?" The woman on the throne did not answer. Instead, she posed another question.
Snow Empress was taken aback. She looked at the woman, feeling the pressure that constantly emanated from the source of her soul. It was like