The frozen Golden Temple. A massive black hole suddenly tore open in midair, and someone stepped out.
Jing Ci had uncharacteristically abandoned his suit, opting instead for a thick woolen coat and a lambswool scarf. Stepping out of the black hole, he murmured softly, "Kui Dragon Ancestor, the one who wields the Authority over temperature control. Truly terrifying. If its Breath were to be unleashed a few more times, even the gates of spatial transportation might be impossible to hold open. Thankfully, we arrived in time."
Four corpses, frozen into blocks of ice, knelt motionlessly on the ground, braving the howling wind.
"All four Twilight Candidates—dead?"
He glanced down at the four kneeling corpses, a faint smile curling at his lips, and said softly, "So Jiang Hanyi is dead as well. It seems that after the matters in the Sea of Eternal Life are resolved, things are going to get... rather interesting."
