There were countless figures in the grand hall on the first floor. More accurately, they were ice sculptures.0

Four to five hundred of Jiepeng’s most elite, fully armed soldiers, along with their commanders, were encased in silver-white frost. Each figure looked as though it were a masterpiece sculpture crafted by a skilled artisan. They were vividly detailed and hauntingly lifelike.0

The layer of ice was no thicker than a finger’s width, so their facial expressions were clearly visible. Some showed rage, some were roaring, and some displayed terror. Some held drawn swords, while others gripped firearms. Some were crouched, while others were lunging forward. But without exception, every single one was now a lifeless ice sculpture.0

Even the garrison commander, Endō Hōgi , who was a Golden Body Realm expert, stood frozen. His blade was raised commandingly high, but it would remain suspended forevermore. The ice had stolen his life, and...0