The hook-like cold moon and its light were like a dream. The surroundings were silent and the scenery was peaceful enough to attract literates and poets to sing. However, all Gan Ruoxu could feel was the intense cold encasing his body. His sight was pitch black, like it was a reflection of his future; the shimmering silvery snow was like an ice which froze his heart.
The Blessed Nation was considered as one of the three strongest nations, and had been using theurgy as their foundation for many generations. They believed that human beings were able to reunite with the skies by nature. Through constant practice, one could connect with one of the many deities and receive protection, power, as well as direct knowledge from them. With the enhancement, they could even summon the deity to possess their bodies to demonstrate the deity's strength. From flying to burrowing, nothing would be impossible.
