At that moment, Huo Yuhao turned atop the raised platform, the Ice Sword in his hand moving with his body and tracing ripples through the air.
In that tranquil setting, those ripples spread silently outward like ripples across water.
Huo Yuhao's movements shifted from slow and gentle to swift and decisive, and the ice elements in the air began to be guided continuously by his movements.
Within just a few breaths, Huo Yuhao's movements had become the complete opposite of before. Rather than a dance, they resembled swordplay, the Ice Sword in his hand slashing and thrusting at unimaginable speed with every turn and shift.
The lingering afterimages seemed to mirror Huo Yuhao, becoming a pure white snow lotus on the ice plain.
Countless ice elements gathered there, forming behind Huo Yuhao like clouds and mist on the horizon into the phantom of the Heavenly Snow Woman.
The instant that phantom formed, Huo Yuhao unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar. His seventh, orange-gold soul ring lit up, and under his influence, the phantom began to grow steadily more solid.
Huo Yuhao's hands never stopped moving, the Ice Sword whirling constantly in his grip, while the phantom behind him followed his movements.
His hands moved faster and faster, the phantom swinging along with him, seemingly creating a current of air that sent the surrounding snow flying through the sky.
At that moment, Huo Yuhao could feel his connection to the Far North, the countless ice elements beginning to move at his will.
Huo Yuhao could not replicate the Heavenly Snow Woman Dance the Snow Empress had performed back then. All he was doing now was combining the traces of its essence he had remembered with himself to achieve the same effect she had then.
As the rising wind and snow seemed about