The grayish-yellow star exploded, and meteors rained down like a storm.0

Unlike before, not a single meteor fell onto the six continents below, for within each lay traces of sword light that guided their trajectory.0

This sword light ensured the meteors fell through the gaps between the continents and into the depths of the Shadow Abyss, sparing the inhabitants from harm.0

"Pang Jian…" the Frost Crystal God softly called out from atop the Frigid Nether Mountain.0

Her frozen heart felt a long-lost warmth from that single sword strike. Tiny shards of ice cracked and scattered with the quivering of her long lashes. 0

Even she did not know when she had started to cry.0

The little girl within the nine intersecting crystalline rivers of light was a manifestation of her younger self through a divine art, not her true flesh-and-blood body.0

Her younger self's sobs were not reflective of her true body or her vessel. Despite this, tears formed at the corners of her eyes. 0

As quickly as they appeared, they also froze over, clinging to her lashes like frost.0

A soft sigh escaped her lips...0