The God of Envy picked up the story, her voice carrying a faint trace of complicated emotion toward that fallen deity. Perhaps she envied the purity of his resolve to die rather than yield.
"In the end, the Ice God was gravely wounded and near death. Yet he stood proud amid the ruins, his divine blood scattering like ice crystals. His divine body was shattered, but his spine remained straight."
"Before his death, he spoke these words." The God of Envy imitated that cold, resolute tone. "I, the God of Cold Ice, would rather shatter my Divine Seat and return my soul to heaven and earth than bend my knee as a slave!"
"In the next instant, he made the most absolute choice of all: he destroyed his own Divine Seat!" The God of Envy's voice suddenly rose, as though recreating that staggering scene. "How terrifying do you think the power of a First-Level Main God detonating his Divine Seat Core would be? All seven of us were instantly hurled away by that violent energy. And in the final instant before his Divine Seat disintegrated, the Ice God burned the last of his divine consciousness and essence, forcibly splitting the Divine Seat Divinity formed from his lifetime of cultivation into three!"
"We hastily intercepted the two larger fragments. But the smallest one, which contained a trace of the Ice God's most fundamental spirituality and divinity-" The God of Envy's gaze seemed to pierce endless space, looking toward the Douluo Continent. "With his final strength, the Ice God sent it through the barrier of the Divine Realm. It became an icy meteor and fell toward your Far North. From then on, its whereabouts were unknown."
As the God of Envy spoke, a scene seemingly drawn from ancient times unfolded before Dai