Wang Quan fell silent when he saw the Frost Ice Devil God.
He had thought the Frost Ice Devil God would be several times, or even a dozen times, taller than the Ghost Gods outside.
Standing before this Devil God, he would only be able to see her leg hair when he looked up.
Yet when he actually stood before this Devil God, his feelings were complicated.
Because this Ghost God was simply too small.
This Ghost God neither towered into the clouds nor stood hundreds of feet tall. She was actually only palm-sized.
And that was the size of an ordinary person's palm.
This Ghost God looked like a person shrunk many times over, with cicada wings on her back, dressed in luxurious clothes and wearing a crown, seated upright on an enormous throne.
Had legends about her not surfaced in Wang Quan's mind the instant he saw her, he would have thought she was just an ordinary Flower Sprite.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Frost Ice Ghost God's breathing was gentle, yet the power of her breaths swept through the entire palace.
At the same time, her legends surfaced in Wang Quan's mind:
[Frost Ice Ghost God-according to legend, she was a descendant of the Cold Dew Gods and Devils, the most ancient Innate Gods and Devils. Other legends said she was the reincarnation of part of their body.] [There were far, far too many legends about this Ghost God.] [But the vast majority of people knew nothing of them-because even in her present fallen circumstances, ordinary beings were not qualified to meet her.]
Wang Quan was appalled after reading these legends.
He had known before that mysterious Gods and Devils existed in this world, and even Innate Gods and Devils.
But he had never seen any