The glacier hollow gleamed under a sky of pale frost, its walls a lattice of ice that shimmered with veins of blue, each facet trapping light in a prison of eternal cold. Snow fell in slow, relentless drifts, cloaking the ground in a silence that muffled the world, each flake a whisper of stasis that chilled the bones. The air was brittle, sharp enough to cut the lungs, locking breath in clouds that hung like ghosts. Beyond a crevasse where the ice pulsed with azure light, a rift yawned—a frozen void that radiated a force so absolute it could still the stars themselves. The Glacial Sovereign, the sixty-ninth force, had risen, its boundless frost of infinite power a silent vow to freeze Lin Feng's spirit in eternity.