(This is my second day hosting friends. Once they leave, I'll resume updating ten thousand words a day!)
The ice-blue lotus platform had eight petals, its natural perfection rivaling the finest sapphire. Crystal clear at first glance, it was so lovely that one could hardly bear to part with it.
On that ice-blue lotus platform, the Fire Spirit Xiao Han was busily working, guiding the icy power of the ten-thousand-year profound ice marrow embedded in the surrounding ground into the platform below.
Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, with a hazy ice-blue figure behind him. An incomparably majestic aura emanated from him, while countless blazing rays of ice-blue light burst from his body. Around that figure, countless flurries of ice and snow seemed to drift down from the sky.
Although her features were indistinct, an ice-blue longsword could vaguely be seen in the figure's hand. She was the Ice God's phantom, Huo Yuhao's second martial soul.
Using his Ice God martial soul and the Mystic Ice Lotus Platform as conduits, Huo Yuhao guided the terrifying cold power of the ten-thousand-year profound ice marrow into his body's meridians.
The silver heavenly flame, which had been so insufferably arrogant earlier and had even fought the profound ice cold flame to a standstill, was now suppressed by this mighty cold power until it could not release even the slightest trace of scorching heat.
Although it was a spiritual entity condensed from the world's primordial essence, ten-thousand-year profound ice marrow was likewise a heavenly treasure formed from the world's most extreme cold power. Using its cold power to suppress a heavenly flame's scorching heat was precisely the right approach.
Huo Yuhao's tightly knitted brows relaxed, and the crazed brutality born of his pain gave way to calm once more. He exhaled softly,