Beneath Eternal Night, the sky over the Northern Plains was pitch-black as ink. Even the pristine snow blanketing the land gave off an eerie, chilling black light that made hearts tremble.
Roughly three million li north of Sky-Rending City, a rift over a thousand zhang wide gaped in the ice.
Around the rift, more than eight million members of the Snow Demon Clan stood on strict guard, stationed at their respective formation positions. Their auras seemed to meld into one, as though some peerless greater demon were being nurtured within, ready to awaken fully at any moment.
At the formation's center, the Snow Demon maiden sat upright on the Ice Crystal Throne, a pure white silk ribbon clutched in her hand. Faint blue veins bulged intermittently across the back of her slender hand.
On either side of her, the two guardians, Xue Mu and Xue Ye, watched with bated breath. Neither dared speak without permission.
They could feel their Little Queen Snow Demon's fury.
And that fury could only be borne by the human cultivators!
"R-report... Your Majesty!"
Far in the distance, a young Snow Demon came riding a flying sword, a delicately carved, jade-like Snow Demon child held in his arms. He swiftly landed outside the great formation.
Once the guards on duty had verified his identity, the young Snow Demon quickened his steps, carrying the child toward the throne with anxiety written all over his face.
He set the child down beside him, then dropped to one knee. Both his face and his voice betrayed exhaustion he could not conceal. "Your Majesty's future husband, Lord Xue Mo, was not taken by that old bastard from the Ice Palace."
"Not long ago, he... he suddenly appeared in Snow Burial Valley, said a few baffling things to this little one,