On the ice path, Lin Wan moved forward steadily.
A hundred zhang, two hundred zhang, three hundred zhang...
Above the lake of blood, an ice-blue figure walked onward alone.
On either side churned a sea of blood; above hung blood mist; beneath his feet stretched an ice road carved through the blood sea.
Lin Wan trod across the frozen expanse toward the end.
Ten steps, five steps, three steps—
He leaped forward like a bird breaking free from its cage and plunged into the oval curtain of white light.
Light.
Pure white light.
Lin Wan felt as though he had passed through a veil of water. His body became weightless, as if all weight had vanished.
Around him lay a snow-white void.
There was no up or down, no left or right, no front or back.
Only endless white.
His domain automatically withdrew into his body. His Soul Power fell silent, and even his sense of physical existence became hazy.
The only thing that remained clear was his perception.
Coldness.
A chill that seeped into his bones and froze his soul gathered toward his body from every direction.
It was not the coldness of temperature, but the coldness of laws.
The laws of slaughter.
Pure, primal killing intent, devoid of any impurity, surged into his body like a tide.
Each surge made Lin Wan's body tremble slightly.
He could feel the Fairy-Tale Godhood seed in his chest vibrating faintly.
It was not resisting, but... yearning.
Like parched earth longing for sweet rain, this Godhead—which had absorbed the Ice God's laws and was still in its earliest stage of growth—felt an instinctive attraction to the pure laws of slaughter before it.
The icy aura flowed through his meridians, invading every limb and bone before finally converging at the Tanzhong acupoint in