'Perhaps this is what makes Snow so special.'
SWOOSH—
As the thought flashed through his mind, the two vanished on the spot, entering the Secret Realm directly. High above the vastness of time and space, the will of the Dusk Holy Ruins, which surveyed all living beings from on high, trembled slightly. "The Dragon Emperor's will... a complete inheritance... This should be enough to account for things..."
....
When Jiang Qiu opened his eyes again, he was met with a blast of cold wind. He glanced around, but there was nothing. Even Snow was gone. He was completely alone!
"What's going on? Snow, where are you?!"
He shouted out, his voice spreading into the mist but failing to travel far. After taking a few steps, he found he was still surrounded by it.
Now, he couldn't sense a thing. The mist seemed to have stripped him down to a mere mortal, returning him to how he was on Blue Star before he ever began practicing Martial Arts.
