Over the long ages, countless cities of ice had been built upon the star.
Above the ocean of blazing flames, cities of ice existed like floating islands. They were almost completely transparent—because there were scarcely any impurities to be found here. Every water molecule had been formed from pure hydrogen and oxygen.
Pure sunlight, repeatedly refracted within the ice due to the differing media, formed rainbow hues that ran through everything in the city. Unlike the fleeting rainbows on rocky planets, the rainbow light here existed forever.
And to those plasma lifeforms like flickering flames—the Fire Folk—this city was like an ice lantern.
The power beneath their feet, like the eternal detonation of a nuclear bomb, had already been buffered by spells. The entire city floated steadily in place.
—This was the "impression" that True Flame God had conveyed to Wang Qi.
Although the ice here was still ice, still absorbed an ocean of heat, and could still melt at any moment, that did not mean the city itself would melt.
For the city, so long as cultivators of the True Flame God remained stationed here, it would never melt. The True Flame God would continuously absorb that immense heat.
But for the True Flame God, this "ice-cold" spell of "absorbing heat" was not actually easy.
To sustain this spell, one first had to construct a thin film over one's body—a film of ice. This film was the starting point of all their cultivation methods. It did not need to be particularly thick; it only needed to be one molecule thick. Such a thin layer was enough.
Yet this layer had to envelop every part of the True Flame God's body from all directions, and the crystallization of every molecule had to take place under the shaping of the spell.