The ice froze everything in its grasp, yet the tiny specks imbued with Li Chu's will remained active.0

Using his divine sense, Pang Jian magnified the specks millions of times and discovered that each one was actually a miniature pocket dimension.0

The sights within these micro-dimensions were all identical. Each housed a vibrant forest of crimson maples, with soft maple leaves carpeting the ground and a village nestled at the forest's edge.0

A mischievous child lay sprawled atop a thick blanket of maple leaves, a blade of foxtail grass dangling from the corner of his mouth. Crossing his legs leisurely, he gazed up at the sky in relaxed contentment, exuding a carefree abandon as he dreamed of a bright future.0

This appeared to be a memory of Li Chu during his childhood, back when he was carefree and full of hope. The autumn breeze carried a chill, but the warm sunlight bathing him caused the cold to seem inconsequential...0