Inside Central Preservation Palace, on the Heavencrystal Snowfield.
Fang Qianyuan's figure was hazy, white mist swirling around him as though he were shrouded in an illusory veil of smoke.
Metallic clangs rang out as chains collided, drifting through the deep, pitch-black void behind him.
He sat upon the Throne just like that, but his will and thoughts had long since traversed myriad worlds and descended upon the plane housing the Lin Mountain Branch Headquarters.
His will was ethereal and traceless, revealing itself only when it clashed with the surrounding chaos laws, producing phantom images like auroras.
Yet after his repeated efforts, chains of manifested laws had already descended and fastened onto this small grotto heaven adrift in chaos. Then they extended like vines, forming a vast light net that enveloped the entire Lin Mountain Grotto-Heaven.
Heaven's net stretched far and wide; though its mesh was loose, nothing slipped through. Threads of ultimate cold radiated from the chains manifested from laws, freezing even the void around the grotto heaven, while distortions in space-time violently warped it.
The void had originally contained nothing, not even water vapor, so ice should have been impossible. Yet under the influence of this power of laws, frost began to condense, taking the form of layers of ice.
Meanwhile, Lin Xun had retreated into the grotto heaven and also sensed that something was wrong.
"Why has it become so cold in here?"
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly felt a sinking sense of alarm.
I escaped back here, yes, but Fang Qianyuan can block me in from outside!
He immediately gathered his power and slashed a palm forward through the air.
The mighty force shattered the void, tearing a black rift several dozen feet long inside this lesser grotto-heaven. Beyond the rift, however, solid ice enclosed