Xu Qing's ultimate Soul Power was compressing at a geometric rate, finally condensing into a solid state.
That silver-blue vortex began to shrink rapidly, changing from the size of a human head to the size of a fist, its texture also condensing from gas into solid form.
Fine ice patterns surfaced across it, shimmering with flowing light and color.
Xu Qing's five fingers curled slightly. With the purest origin energy leaking from the Ten-Thousand-Year Mystic Ice Cave, along with various methods, and most crucially, the essential transformation of his Martial Soul, at this moment, he had finally fulfilled the promise he had made to the Ice Empress.
Xu Qing had created Mystic Ice Marrow that could rival the Ten-Thousand-Year Mystic Ice Marrow.
"Voom..."
A light, ethereal sound rang out, as if something were offering applause to this thing that should never have been born.
Xu Qing looked at the crystal hovering above his palm. Its entire body was lustrous white, with an extremely faint silver-blue halo flowing around its edges.
Its aura was even more... noble than the Ten-Thousand-Year Mystic Ice Marrow on the cave walls.
Yes, noble.
"Phew..." With a thought from Xu Qing, the crystal in his palm was slowly stretched out and shaped.
Its corners became rounded, both ends were carved into arcs, and in the end, it became a small popsicle.
"Here."
He held that popsicle to the Ice Empress's lips.
"Try how it tastes, and see what's changed compared to before."
"...Hah."
The Ice Empress looked at the popsicle at her mouth. Her nostrils twitched slightly, and a scent even more tempting than Ten-Thousand-Year Mystic Ice Marrow instantly filled her nose.
Her large amber eyes went perfectly round, and her shoulders lifted. Her intuition told her that accepting Xu Qing feeding her was far too