Deep within the Frost Kingdom, Wild God Main City.
Beneath the dome of that colossal hall built from black stone, the lead-heavy silence that had hung over it for days was torn open by a crisp crack at the final moment of the forty-ninth hour!
"Th-this is..."
The dozens of gray-robed figures seated cross-legged within the hall all straightened their backs in unison.
Meng'er Jinye knelt at the very front. His aged eyes, nearly sunken into their sockets, were fixed tightly upon the dark-red cocoon gleaming at the center of the hall.
Crack!
Another sound.
This one was louder than the last.
Crack, crack, crack...
Then, more cracks as thick as hemp ropes spread swiftly across the cocoon's curved surface like centipedes!
Wherever the cracks passed, dark-red light seeped from the gaps, staining the air within several yards with a lava-like warmth.
"Hiss—"
High Priest Meng'er Jinye's breath suddenly caught!
A long-suppressed cry, trembling with emotion, rolled from his throat. "This energy... I have never felt anything so powerful!"
Bang!!
Suddenly, a palm punched through from inside the cocoon, its fingertips covered in a faint golden film, as though plated with a thin layer of metal.
Fragments of the cocoon shell rustled down through its fingers, striking the stone floor and turning into wisps of dark-red light dust that vanished in an instant...
Then, that hand seized the edge of the shell and tore downward with force.
With a tearing rriiip, the entire cocoon shell split down the middle and peeled away to either side.
The figure within the cocoon slowly rose.
He still bore Qiluo Li Liu's appearance and physical traits.
He was only fourteen or fifteen, his body not yet fully grown, the outlines of his bones and muscles still somewhat slight.
Yet the boy's eyes had changed