Countless blue-golden streams swept over the world like an ice tide, chasing the shadows of ancient whales as endless ancient fish swarms.
The sound of ice crystals clashing echoed through the heavens and earth, carrying a mysterious purity and sanctity, like a distant whale song.
On the desolate rocky fields, the surging rock waves of strange peaks were instantly frozen, along with the gigantic bizarre stone sword and the ponytail youth wielding it.
Ronan held an invisible scepter, his eyes like the sun in a snowstorm, frosty hair flying wildly.
Against the backdrop of a vast, intricate ice ring, nine primordial spirit crystals emitted a deep azure glow, like nine pieces of coldly burning mystic ice.
This was the supreme Frost Pilgrimage of ancient times, where all elements must bow in reverent worship under this unmatched majesty.
