Chen Lin climbed the steps and set foot on the transparent mystic ice altar.
Nine true dragon ice sculptures, each a thousand feet long, coiled along either side of the steps. Even as mere sculptures, they radiated a heart-stopping draconic might.
Star Moon Demon Saint, Heavenly Hatred True Lord, and Changqingzi struggled with every step. The closer they came to the top of the altar, the stronger the oppressive chill of the laws became. By the last few dozen steps, Heavenly Hatred True Lord's knees were trembling, and every bone in his body creaked.
"My lord, this pressure definitely exceeds Divine Transformation." Star Moon Demon Saint gritted out the words, staring fixedly at the deep blue ice coffin in the center of the altar.
Chen Lin's expression remained unchanged. Three million jin of true dragon qi and blood surged through his body, dispersing every wisp of cold that approached him. He stepped onto the top of the altar and stopped ten feet from the ice coffin.
A woman lay inside.
She wore robes whiter than snow. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, yet carried a coldness that kept everyone at a distance. Her eyes were closed, and her hands rested folded over her abdomen.
She had no heartbeat and drew no breath. Clearly, she had been dead for many years.
Yet the aura of the Dao emanating from her corpse made the laws of heaven and earth in this shattered world revolve around her.
"Integration," Chen Lin said.
He had seen Divine Transformation cultivators and fought Cross-Boundary Travelers at half-step Deity Transformation. But the mere residual pressure from the woman's corpse before him stirred a trace of wariness in his True Dragon Blood.
This was a difference in quality.
Yun Sheng climbed onto the altar and stood beside Chen Lin.
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