You Are the Master Here!

"You don't need to know that. Once you become ice sculptures, you'll have an eternity to ponder the question. I guarantee you won't waste a single minute sleeping. Twenty-four hours a day, every minute, every second, you'll be awake." Electric arcs crackled over the silver-haired old man hanging from the ice chains, scorching his skin until wisps of bluish smoke rose from it.

Yet the silver-haired old man wore an expression of enjoyment.

As though it was not suffering, but pleasure.

Yue Yang frowned as he watched the frost creeping up from his legs. He raised Snow Flawless and Princess Cici as high as he could with both hands.

Though this could not save the two women from being frozen, delaying it even a little was his wish.

Snow Flawless flipped through the Book of Truth with her jade-like fingers, trying to find an answer.

Princess Cici held the Prison Emperor Divine Sword aloft, as though she were ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment. If there had been a target, she would have attacked long ago. But their enemy was the power of the seal, the laws left behind by those before them. Even with a divine sword in hand, she could do nothing.

"Damn it, break apart, you cursed power!" The snake-haired demon man struggled with all his strength. The frost covering his body suddenly exploded, shards spraying across the ground.

A world-destroying power now radiated from the snake-haired demon man, as though a Demon God had descended into the world.

He drove every bit of frost from his body.

Then, with Lightning Speed, he produced an incomparably ornate pseudo-divine artifact mirror—the Mirror of Pain—and shone its light upon the silver-haired old man. The instant the silver-haired old man was illuminated by the Mirror of Pain,