"I am no longer part of the Azure Sect," Liu Jin stated, his voice ringing with a chilling finality that promised inevitable destruction. "I am merely the Frost Immortal. And the ice has been broken."
He brought his pale, translucent hand forward, a surge of absolute zero coalescing at his fingertips. The obsidian wall, ancient and unyielding, groaned a deep, resonant protest. Spiderweb patterns of frost, delicate yet deadly, spread outwards from his touch, etching intricate fractures into the stone. With a silent, sustained push of Qi, the wall shuddered, then buckled inwards with a deafening crack that reverberated through the very foundations of the archive. A blizzard of shattered rock and pulverised ice erupted, spraying debris across the room.
Master Han, standing frozen amidst the
