Pang Jian Yuan Shen's shoulders, the smile on the girl's face had long since vanished.
As she watched the silver radiance, emblematic of the supreme will from beyond the heavens, dispersing the grey fog from above and below, her anxiety resurfaced.
This contest was of too much importance; having invested all her planning into it, it was naturally impossible for her not to care deeply.
"Brother,"
Without looking at Pang Jian's profile, her cold, gloomy eyes settled on the bright and dark battleground high in the void, she softly said, "That Ice Ridge Storm isn't as simple as you think. I've sensed the presence of many Sources of Essence within it."
"Over the past million years, countless Sources of Essence have been devoured and merged by that being from beyond; with each Source of Essence that fades and is refined into its being, it evolves further."
"The Storm can destroy all visible heavens and earth, be careful!"