Tang Ya and Bei Bei's Argument

Snow Empress's expression was as cool and detached as ever. Her ice-blue eyes lowered as she swept a glance over the two people on the beach.

"I came down to get some air."

Her tone was bland, as though she were merely announcing a change in the weather.

Lin Ciyan raised a brow and looked at Xiyao.

The corner of Xiyao's lips lifted almost imperceptibly. Before Lin Ciyan, the two women who usually got along so well while fooling around exchanged a look from afar—whether it was mutual understanding or rivalry, it was hard to say.

But Snow Empress did not come over.

She simply hovered above the island, propping her cheek up with one hand. With her eyes closed, she let the light envelop her, while the hexagonal ice crystals gleamed brilliantly beneath its caress.

The icy blue radiance and the dazzling golden seawater complemented each other, creating a beauty that was both cold and striking.

Lin Ciyan withdrew his gaze. He felt that if this scene were painted, it would probably sell across the entire continent.

He did not disturb the two women any further.

His consciousness slowly withdrew from the Sea of Consciousness, like a receding tide, peeling away layer by layer from that dazzling golden seawater. It passed through the beach, through the light of those five suns, through every inch of the world within his spiritual realm that he had personally shaped.

His five senses returned to his body.

The Golden Tree's pulse came through the walls, slow and steady, like the heartbeat of the earth.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Golden light flashed deep within his pupils, then vanished, like a sun sinking beneath the water.

Every limb and bone in his body hummed softly—not with exhaustion, but with a sense of overflowing fullness.