Stars fractured, countless meteors fell like rain.
However, not a single meteor, not a streak of light like a shooting star, landed on those six intact lands.
For within the exploding meteor's core, a sword light persisted.
The sword light guided the meteors' paths, causing them to fall through the gaps between the lands, sinking towards the darkness below.
The creatures of the dark prison thereby remained unharmed.
"Pang Jian..."
Atop the "Extreme Cold Ghost Mountain," the Goddess of Cold Crystal murmured softly.
Her heart, cold for ten million years, felt an absent warmth in this sword strike.
As her long eyelashes fluttered, tiny ice crystals shattered and splashed outward.
She herself did not know when she had cried.
The little girl in the nine radiant light rivers was her in her youth, a figment of her divine skill, not flesh and blood reality.
The tears of the little girl should not reflect upon her current body, yet there were teardrops at the corners of her eyes.
