The Eternal Icefield was Zong Dezhen's execution platform.
Ye Lingxiao stripped away his concealment.
Yujing Mountain stripped away his identity.
Those executing him upon the icefield now stripped away his clothes, shattered his Dao essence, and left him writhing painfully over the frozen earth like an ugly flesh maggot.
He had come naked into this world. All he had lived through in this life was being stripped away at this moment, as he was publicly executed in nakedness before all.
The trails of blood and filth he left behind were the strokes of his struggle upon this white paper of snowfield.
Sword-light threaded through his body, and fists smashed down upon him.
His Dao body was nailed in place, his soul locked fast. Burned, sinews ripped out, bones crushed, he still crawled onward!
He refused to die.
He still had a chance.
All this had happened too suddenly. Ji Fengzhou had engaged in petty skirmishes for so many years, and he had always responded calmly, matching every move with a countermove. Yet this time, the chessboard had suddenly been overturned—thunder crashing with the weight of ten thousand jun, one battle toppling a nation!
Despite the tendrils the One Truth Dao had spread throughout the Dao State, he had received not the slightest warning beforehand.
By the time the thunder began to roar, every branch of the Empire had already wound together into action. Eye watched eye, person pressed against person; no one could make any small moves.
He had come to meet this unprecedented challenge in shackles!
Yin Xiaoheng's death had made him feel immense danger.
Within the hunting net Ji Fengzhou had cast, with no prior knowledge and utter darkness before his eyes even after the incident began, he decisively did three things—
First, he stepped into the Temple