The ice pool in the back hall of the Temple shattered completely amid continuous tremors, with web-like cracks rapidly spreading from the center outward, emitting a chilling crackling sound.
As the last massive ice crystal crashed to the ground, the mysterious presence sealed for a millennium finally revealed its true form—an imnse female god's skeleton, towering several tis the height of an average person, stood majestically in the center of the ice pool, exuding a soul-stirring pressure.
At the mont the ice layer lted, the temperature in the entire back hall plumted dramatically, and the biting cold made everyone's breath co to a halt.
The scholars' exhaled white breath condensed into fine ice crystals in the air, drifting down like the first snow of winter, forming a thin layer of frost on the ground.
Safura's body maintained a solemn kneeling posture, resembling an eternal ice sculpture.
Her silver-white hair was like the perpetual frost of the polar regions, each strand adorned with crystalline ice, glinting with a dreamlike glow in the dim light.
The deity's skin appeared a semi-transparent icy blue, with a faintly visible flow of deep blue energy beneath, akin to a river of stars flowing slowly within her body.
Most startling was the penetrating crack on her chest, its edges jagged as if torn apart violently by so unspeakable force.
In the depths of the crack, the deep blue light pulsed rhythmically as if alive, each flicker causing slight ripples in the surrounding air, even distorting the light.
"This... this is impossible... the Divine Power fluctuations are still active..." An elderly scholar's voice cracked, his wrinkled face contorted with shock.
He staggered back two steps, his trembling hands unable to hold the record board, which fell with a crisp "thud," and the heavy oak board shattered on the stone floor, scattering parchnt scrolls everywhere.
The air was filled with a suffocating pressure, and the ancient and pure wave of Divine Power reverberated tangibly throughout the hall.
Everyone's skin prickled with goosebumps, the hair on the back of their necks standing on end, as if countless cold ants were crawling up their spines.
A few young apprentices had already turned pale, their legs involuntarily shivering.
Amidst this chaos, Perfikot stood like a lone boat against the current, stepping forward resolutely.
Under the terrified gazes of all, she raised her hand and touched the blue-glowing ice shell.
At the mont of contact, the "crackling" sound of ice forming was clearly audible, and a layer of crystalline white frost spread rapidly from her fingertip like a living creature, quickly covering her entire forearm.
"Hiss—" She inhaled sharply, the color instantly drained from her pale lips.
But her heterochromatic eyes remained steadfast, fixed intently on the depths of the ice layer.
Through the semi-transparent ice wall, she could feel the surge of Divine Power within—this was not ordinary coldness, but a pure, ancient force of law.
Bone-chilling cold coursed through her veins, each drop of blood solidifying, each heartbeat becoming extraordinarily heavy, as if the heart in her chest was not flesh, but a gradually freezing block of ice.
"This is no ordinary ice." Perfikot's voice was fractured by the cold, each word squeezing out from her lips with a veil of frost.
The mist condensing in front of her imdiately turned into tiny ice crystals that fell like a shower under the low temperature: "This is the materialization of Divine Power... the eternal prison constructed by Safura's last will..."
"lt it imdiately!" Perfikot suddenly shouted, violently wrenching her already frozen arm away from the ice layer.
The Alchemists responded to her command, and twelve technicians clad in protective gear simultaneously poured the specially formulated Ice lting Potion along the edge of the ice pool.
The mont the potion touched the icy surface, a piercing hissing sound echoed through the back hall, with dense steam erupting like a volcanic explosion.
In the fierce confrontation between Divinity and Alchemy, the thick ice layer lted and retreated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Crack—" a clear sound of ice breaking rang out like a clap of thunder.
Safura's frost-covered eyelids quivered slightly and then slowly lifted.
What appeared before everyone were eyes that sent shivers down their spines—pupilless, without whites, only two orbs of deep blue flas flickering in the hollow sockets, like ghostly fires from the underworld.
In an instant, the majestic Divine Power swept over the entire Temple like a tidal wave.
The scholars closest to her fell to their knees imdiately, blood seeping from their clenched teeth and splattering on the stone floor in vivid red patches.
However, Perfikot remained unyielding, standing tall with her sharp gaze piercing through the swirling steam, aid directly at the god who should have fallen in ancient tis.
Her frost-touched brow showed no sign of fear, only a burning thirst for knowledge and unwavering resolve.
"Mortal... why do you disturb my long slumber?" The deity's whisper exploded directly in everyone's minds, both chilling like eternal ice and imbued with an eerie ethereality.
Perfikot stared into those terrifying eyes, her alchemical device operating at full power to resist the divine might: "I need to know the truth about the White Star."
Safura's divine body suddenly trembled violently, the crack on her chest bursting forth with a blinding blue light. "It... is not a star... it is a devourer..."
With the fragnted divine revelation, a flood of mory fragnts surged into Perfikot's consciousness—
She saw the White Star tear the sky as it descended, the gods assembling to confront it; saw the Sun God Rahmat betray at the critical mont; saw the Winter Goddess Hecate sealing herself in ice; saw Safura attempting to freeze the entire world to slow the White Star's encroachnt, only to be ultimately countered...
"Rahmat... is he still alive?" Perfikot forced herself to ask through the intense pain induced by the mory shock.
Safura's Divine Power suddenly ran rampant, "He... has beco... a puppet..."
Before she could finish speaking, the entire ice pool trembled violently, and the teorite Iron Star Map on the do erupted with dazzling white light!
"It seems we've struck a nerve with a certain 'god.'" Perfikot smirked coldly.
As the white light coalesced into a destructive beam shooting downward, Beifa had already leaped up, unfolding a force field barrier with her arms to clash with the Divine Power, erupting in a deafening roar.
"Rahmat..." Perfikot looked up at the twisted and deford star map on the do, her gaze as cold as a blade, "Since you've co, why hide?"
The teorite Iron Star Map twisted and deford like lting wax, and a figure burning with golden flas gradually erged—that was the Sun God Rahmat, but his once radiant divine body was now covered with web-like cracks, the dazzling golden light intermixed with a sickly pallor, resembling decayed wood hollowed out by rot.
"Mortal, you have overstepped your bounds." The deity's voice was like molten lava, as the temperature inside the Temple skyrocketed, causing the remaining ice to lt and evaporate rapidly.
Perfikot stood her ground unmoved, the protective shield from her alchemical device crackling in the heat: "Overstepped? No, I'm here to end this farce of a war."
She raised her hand, then swung it with force: "Beifa, take him down!"
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