Just then, the world changed once again. Half the world was covered in frosted ice; the other, burning with blazing heat. However, neither fire nor ice could combat the black fog.

The spirit of ice, holding a scepter of frost, floated toward the top of the castle as she exuded an aura of majesty.

"The ice queen of the white world..." This time, it was Zhang Lie, rather than the envoy, who had spoken. In his past life, Zhang Lie had witnessed one of the ice queen's attacks. With a careless wave of her hand, she had sealed a world in everlasting ice.

She floated by the entrance to the castle, locking gazes with the solar king, who had just walked up to its front. Their gazes met,...