There was no door to life. There was no path to death. There was no way to depart. There was no means to return.1

Thus was the pain of this True God. Hē was frozen in an ice coffin, sealed in time by the space-time hourglass, hīs karma ensnared by the heaven beyond heaven. Stuck halfway between returning and departing, hē was like a special spirit stone that emanated ringsource. All hē could do was descend into the burning pain, hīs soul torn apart as hīs godhood and ringsource was slowly sucked away in what amounted to pure torment.1

Out in the starry sky, Xu Qing looked coldly at the ice coffin. His fury was finally subsiding. The end this True God had experienced was the best kind of torment to inflict on hīm. Since hē enjoyed pain, hē would personally feel a lot of it.0

It’s too bad I don’t have Yu Liuchen’s godly authority of telling stories....1

If he had that godly authority, then he could draw out time even further. He could tell a story of pain upon pain for this True God, and ensure that his time spent sealed in ice was one of even greater mental torment. At the same time, he would...1