Earth clad in snow, a landscape of silver.
The world seemed like a silver furnace, casting the world into solemn silence.
Among the frozen rivers and silver mountains, even Heaven and Earth seemed to be stilled, with only the incessant falling snow affirming the passage of time.
The process of transforming Sword Qi into elemental power had begun externally, but upon arriving here, Zhou Yan felt he was undergoing a similar process, his body and mind immersed in tranquility.
Sword Origin, through a strange combination with the mutated Zhou Family bloodline and Zhou Yan's soul power, had meld—from his veins, blood refined drop by drop, leaving his body as skeletal as a pile of bones.
Yet he wasn't a skeleton, for the single drop of condensed blood contained a divine spirit, embodying an ancient vastness as if it could seize Heaven and Earth itself.
All his qi and blood had condensed into one drop of blood, coursing through his veins, terrifyingly powerful.
