Her Choice

Ling Lan stood on top of an iceberg and looked at the endless white snowy landscape before her.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was a red setting sun in the west, Ling Lan perhaps thought she was going blind.

She didn't know how many sunrises and sunsets she had seen since she had been in here and she didn't know how many world-ending apocalypse she had experienced either.

The power of nature made Ling Lan, who was halfway into the god-realm, felt as though she was an insignificant ant in this giant world.

She softly spoke, "Is it still not enough?"

Ling Lan's cold and sharp eyes darkened significantly. Teetering between life and death was usually the easiest way to improve oneself. However, facing death time and time again didn't give Ling Lan what she wanted.

"Did I not dive deep enough? Even though the catalyst is in front of me, I can't reach it?" A bitter smile formed on Ling Lan's face.