As tensions around Inkcloud Ward mounted, the accumulated snow on Great Snow Mountain shuddered and fell, and the entire Central Preservation Palace seemed to shake.
Fang Qianyuan's consciousness awakened once more.
A moment later, vitality returned to his body as well, its flesh pure as ice and jade, rapidly thawing.
As though brushed by a spring breeze, all the solid ice within Central Preservation Palace swiftly melted, vanishing like a mirage, leaving only a few wisps of chilling cold that still lingered.
During the Spirit-Taming Heavenly Dao's last surprise attack, when Xiang Liu's manifestation had also entered the fray, the pincer attack of two Heavenly Dao beings had made him sense tremendous danger.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, his lucid will had once again worked wonders, allowing him to make the best possible judgment amid the complicated situation and turn each side's spearhead against the other.
At last, Fang Qianyuan had earned the right to escape the crisis and sit atop the mountain, watching the tigers fight.
His time spent Half-Dream, Half-Awake had further strengthened his Heaven and Earth Souls, which had already spread across millions of miles of void surrounding the Spirit-Taming World.
Yet apart from the Black Moon hanging high above, there were no other celestial phenomena here. The spirit peaks and blessed lands, the outstanding talents that a Grotto-Heaven World ought to possess, were nowhere to be seen.
He still did not possess dominion over this world, nor could he completely devour the Spirit-Taming Heavenly Dao and claim the entire world for himself.
Fang Qianyuan had already reached major attainment in the Heavenly Dao Realm, but his cultivation realm was not yet stable. Only after some contemplation did he discover the problem.
"My control over this world's origin is still far too limited."
"The Spirit-Taming World is