Snow dances through ages, cleansing verdant slopes; A glazed sheen shimmers, but vanishes up close. Its glassy enamel, a dance of green and gold; Like peerless jade, hidden in a lake of emerald.
Wen Qingye stood in the Imperial City of the Glazed Ancient Country, his eyes taking in the sea of people and endless streams of traffic. He couldn't help but smile; the very air hummed with a lively energy.
"So lively, so bustling," the Ice Python commented to Wen Qingye, its voice reaching him through their Spirit Communication Technique.
The Ice Python's entire body was now an ice-blue color, shimmering with a brilliant, iridescent light. The two bumps on its head looked as if they were about to burst forth at any moment.
The Ice Python had already passed the Seventh Layer of its Thunder Tribulation, reaching the cultivation of the Life and Death Realm First Layer Heaven. Its true form had swelled to several dozen zhang in length, and its aura was terrifying.
