In the cosmic vacuum, cold enough to freeze thought, Lin Moyu's shattered body hovered above the massive skeletal remains of a gigantic star, like a broken ice sculpture forgotten in an endless graveyard. The wound on his chest was sealed by that mark of time from Cangque—like a medal of death inlaid with deep blue mysterious ice. Cold and deathly still, it isolated the bone-gnawing conflict raging within, yet also branded that boundless weight ruthlessly onto his life-soul Dao Foundation like an ice spike piercing his heart. The battle-scarred Starfall Frigid Vault Sword was planted diagonally in a gap in the bone plate, covered in dense cracks and devoid of light, resembling the fangs of a dead beast. This floating graveyard was the sole remnant of the intense debate and battle. It was deathly silent; even the stellar dust seemed frozen by the extreme cold and the lingering aura of the Time Wasteland.
Lin Moyu’s lowered head was covered in ice crystals and gray spots. Deep within his right eye, which was the only part not sealed by the layer of ice, a tiny speck of cold, gloomy blue burned weakly yet stubbornly, like the embers deep within a frozen lake. His consciousness struggled, floating and condensing amid extreme exhaustion and cold heaviness. His ruined body was like a wrecked boat; every struggling, gathering thought felt like tearing fragments of his soul. That sealed wound was both a shackles and a reservoir of resources—within the seal lay the lingering echo of …
Chapter 182