"Was that right?"
Chen Ping froze. That was not what he had been thinking at all.
Of course, the Snow Empress knew that was not what Chen Ping had been thinking. In truth, she had only said those words because arriving at the Ten-Thousand-Year Mystic Ice Cave had left her so excited that she had decided to tease him a little.
Never mind that she had already lost her Snow Woman body, one favored by Heaven and Earth and condensed from the essence of the entire Northern Lands, and that forming an energy body would be of little use. Even if she could return to the past and possess both her original body and the ten-thousand-year profound ice marrow, what of it?
In the Endless Sea, there were countless extraordinary treasures of Heaven and Earth worthy of comparison with ten-thousand-year profound ice marrow. Perhaps the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King had obtained quite a few opportunities from them and, with his own formidable origins, cultivated to the million-year level. But what of it?
Before traveling all this way with Chen Ping, the Snow Empress might still have believed the absurd notion that cultivating for a million years would allow her to break through space and leave.
But after witnessing one matter after another concerning Tang San alongside Chen Ping, she naturally understood that if she wanted to become a god, she faced two barriers: Tang San's prohibition against the beings of the Douluo Continent becoming gods, and the Divine Realm's prohibition against beasts.
She could never break through those barriers alone. Instead, she would become like a little fly caught in a spiderweb, trembling as she tried to break free, only to draw over the spider that had woven the web behind the scenes.
Only through cooperation was there hope.