The Nine Heavens sea of clouds froze like glazed crystal. The echoing "ding" of colliding ice crystals stretched inch by inch through the frozen air, tugging at the heartbeat of all creation.
The True Immortal sat serenely upon the jade throne. The index finger that had pointed toward the cold blade did not withdraw; instead, it slid upward along the opposing tip—using the second knuckle to gently press against that ultimate, pitch-dark edge.
A most minute, most precise burst of explosive force.
Chapter 218