Hovering in the freezing blue gloom before the hundred-foot star-steel door of the Abyssal Frost Vault, the six-inch translucent projection of Empress Luo Qingxue trembled like a candle flame in a blizzard.
Because the soul-fragment inside [Luo Qingxue’s Talking Ice-Phoenix Hairpin] had been dormant during the checkpoints. Moreover, Was now being violently jolted by the proximity of her real body’s nightmare seals inside the vault.
The mini-Empress couldn’t yet perceive the five children’s Rank 7 cultivation or the sleeping garrison behind them.
All her exhausted, frost-bitten consciousness saw was her beloved husband standing in a white kitchen apron outside the deadliest death-trap in the cosmos, with their children right behind him!
“Changsheng, listen to me—you have to turn around and run right now!” the mini-Luo Qingxue cried out, her normally glacial, regal Empress voice cracking with raw terror as translucent tears of ice-light spilled down her cheeks. “This is the Ninth Sub-Zero Level of Warden Tianfa’s fortress!
The vault door is locked by a dual Rank 8 Judicial Seal wired to self-destruct, and four Rank 7 Peak Frost-Pillar Executioners are stationed inside the core! You’re only a mortal—you can’t break this door! Take Nian’er and the children and get out before Tianfa’s sensors lock onto you!”
