It resembled an ice cellar, entirely white within, with frigid air pouring out so intensely that she could feel the bone-chilling cold even standing by the stone door.
The intense cold had crystallized the surrounding air into a blanket of snow-white ice. In one corner, upon an ice bed that seemed carved from the heavens themselves, Xuanyuan Mo Ze lay clad in black robes, appearing as though in deep slumber.
Spotting him, she strode inside, approaching the ice bed and calling out, "Mo Ze!"
Her voice echoed unanswered. There was no sign of the Firmament Monarch within.
She gazed at Mo Ze, now lying on the icy bed. It had been years since she'd seen him up close. This time, she hadn't even had the chance to visit him at the ocean depths before he was brought here.
She reached out to gently stroke his face. Feeling the solidity of his immortal body and the steadiness of his aura, the worry in her heart finally eased.
