Corpses lay for thousands of meters.

Blood devoured the earth, earth swallowed the blood. Ponds and lakes of red organs filled the ground, hills and mountains of flesh piled up towards the sky. Like towers and wells they continued until the eye couldn’t see further than that. The stench, too, invaded everything, friend or foe, though one would wonder whether death had an enemy.

The stench of death, the death, never discriminated.

So Snow stopped here and there, among the dreadful sight of the huge massacre he brought upon the creatures of beyond. His feet didn’t touch the still-wriggling, fresh blood and flesh. A layer of ice, which he created with no effort beyond winking, spread out from his feet and froze whatever he trod upon. Still, the crunches and swashes of the remnants disturbed his thoughts.

Aiyah- He sighed- How disgusting.

His works were always disgusting, fearsome. He himself was aware of that, or so, certain someone hoped. His power, from generations to generations, elevated itself to the position of The Most Beautiful Technique. The praises for the dreadful sight, and gasps at the beauty of its attacks never ceased to impress. But he was different.

Other than his appearance, nothing aligned with his cultivation. His knee-long snow white hair, ice-blue robe with short sleeves, fastened around the waist with a spatial belt adorning pure white jades and sapphire, and the fancy sword sheathed on his back he never used. This all, other than that of a noble warrior, gave him an air no less than a saint.

This saint was a machine of slaughter, however. This saint did not care about saintly beliefs, ideologies, people’s thoughts and emotions. To a man, so deprived of humanity that only snow could showcase his magnanimity, other than killing how could he feel like a human again? The answer was promised, but never came to his way.

Damn Cinder and Patriarch-do this and do that! Snow clenched his pearly teeth, his gums gleamed with a bright silver shine over the red veins as well. Screw-screw what!? He stopped the garnering desire to shout, then sighed again. Empires were in trouble, not for now perhaps, but after half a decade, or sooner than that. Rainbow Phantoms were dreadful things, exterminating one demanded more than great prowess. So for structures addicted to Cindersnow’s goods and system, it would be too hard to stand up on their own.

Saving civilization...

That was all that mattered to Cinersnow. That was the main duty of Cinder and Snow. Their only role in his world. Maybe for him, this was the sole other personality he could fit in. Savior of the world. Not a haughty title, a heartfelt and intimate appellation only he deserved.

But who cares about that? Only he and Cinder, perhaps also Patriarch, then the High King of the south and High Queen of the Southeast. Beast God? No idea. Long missing Yuan Gu? He left that mission to youngsters like him.

Then what do I have to do?

He asked, then snapped his pale and slender fingers.

Clouds gathered above, swirled and churned. Lightning flashed amidst the darkened mist, and snowflakes let themselves float to the ground.

Then the endless sea of snow and ice took the land. Elder Snow disappeared, so did the clouds. But snow continued to rain, ceaseless and nonstop.

And the wind picked up the snow, then the corpses disappeared altogether. What Snow left back to the hills and plains was just a sea of white.

A cold, lonely white.