Deep within the Sea God Pavilion.
At the very heart of the Golden Tree, the aura of life and light was extraordinarily rich.
But any outsider who came to look would have been shocked.
There, in a room brimming with light, stood an ice sculpture.
And inside that sculpture sat a black-haired figure, legs crossed.
Just then, cracks began spreading across the surface of the ice.
The next second.
With a thunderous bang, the ice exploded into a skyful of glittering crystals.
Long Yaochen's eyelids trembled before slowly opening.
Perhaps he had gone too long without seeing light.
He instinctively narrowed his eyes.
"Phew..."
He exhaled a breath of stale air, and the ice crystals scattered through the air and the remaining chunks at his feet instantly melted away.
He lowered his head to look at his palm and willed his power to move.
The soul power within him immediately surged like a mighty river.
Vast and overwhelming, it seemed to have no end.
Compared to before his seclusion, the depth of his soul power was now on an entirely different level.
Within his Sea of Spirit.
Crimson Moon still presided over the golden sea.
But compared to before.
Only a single rose-gold bead remained beside Crimson Moon.
The Snow Bead was completely gone.
He had finally refined every last bit of the ice and snow essence sealed within it, making it part of his own cultivation.
Long Yaochen swept his consciousness across his Sea of Spirit.
The Ice Empress, the Snow Empress, and Electrolux had all fallen into a deep sleep.
Even the Golden Earth Dragon King lay quietly in the distance, without the slightest movement.
Looking at those familiar figures, he fell silent for a moment.
"Thank you for all your hard work."
"Get some rest."
Only he