The Great Ruler: The Blossoming of Ice in the Thousand-Big World

The vast world encompasses hundreds of millions of territories. If we were to speak of who has been the protagonist of this era in the last ten years, it cannot be separated from the powerful individuals who have already reached the pinnacle.

In their journey towards the summit, the names of ancient races become indelible hues in their stories.

In this vast world, the Ice Spirit Clan is an ethnic group that has existed since ancient times, holding absolute rule over the Ice Continent.

The background of their family is unpredictable. Even if you look at the entire world, the Ice Spirit Tribe is a giant that can occupy a certain place.

It can be said that, considering the entire world, only a few things can lead this ancient race into unrest. The latest of which happened over ten years ago.

However, just now, half an hour has passed since the entire tribe was struck by unease. All members of the tribe gaze at the beam of white light falling from the sky.

Some shout fanatically, some run in panic, and some ascend to the sky to search for the source of the white light. The entire Ice Spirit Tribe falls into an unspeakable condition.

The white beam of light falls from the sky with majestic momentum, covering the entire area at the center of the Ice Spirit Clan. It comes without warning, without dark clouds gathering, without stars scattering.

It is like a warning from heaven, with divine majesty, making the entire Ice Spirit Tribe feel a strong oppression, regardless of their strength.

It is the oppression of subordinates by merciless superiors. Such pressure seems familiar.

And when the clean white light disappears, the unease within the clan seems to have been poured with a basin of cold water, ending abruptly. It is too fast, and it spreads so quickly that no one can react.

Earth Sovereigns floating in the air fall one by one, looking towards the place where the white light disappeared, bewildered.

Each of them has the same thought.

'If I read it correctly, that place should be...'

"Have you already figured it out?" Atop the Ice Spirit Clan's tower, a group of white-robed tribe members stands behind the old man. His tone is calm, without panic.

He is the current Ancestor of the Ice Spirit Clan; whatever happens, he must not panic.

The Ice Spirit Clan members behind him bow respectfully and stand behind the old man, sensing the pressure possessed only by a Heavenly Sovereign, and report the current situation to him: "The location of the falling pillar of light belongs to the area where the ancestral order is placed, and it didn't cause any damage to the surrounding area."

This is the strangest part; when they arrived, the area was still intact, and the threatening beam of light was like a blooming flower, only projected here without any substantive effect.

If they didn't truly feel the pressure contained in the beam of light, they might even suspect that it's just an illusion.

Listening to the reports of those behind him, a glint of light passes through the clear eyes of the old man.

He contemplates something but is uncertain. "Ancestor, do you want to report this issue to..." The voice of the tribe member speaking stops at the right moment. Although he hasn't finished his sentence, all Ice Spirit members present understand his intention. In the Ice Spirit Clan, the one with the highest status is not the old man with gray hair in front of them but a woman, a legendary woman.

Before the old man can respond, in the next moment, ice and snow float inside the room, and crystal ice shards scatter in all directions. The air around suddenly drops to extremes in an instant, and everyone can't help but look towards the source of the cold air.

It is a figure in a bright white gown. She steps out of the room in one stride. She has a noble temperament and a gentle face like a twenty-year-old girl. She has long, dark blue hair and a cold appearance, as if she radiates light around her all the time.

When the Ice Spirit members around her see her for the first time, they immediately bow their heads and avert their gaze. "Clan Leader."

Listening to the names of the people around her, the woman seems not to hear anything, and she walks through the crowd towards the old man. Members on both sides bow their heads, not daring to lift their heads to look.

"Clan Leader."

When the old man sees her walking towards him, he shouts with respect as soon as he sees her. He alone pushed this woman into her current position.

"What's the explanation for that vision?" Her voice is extremely cold, as cold as snowflakes falling everywhere, making people involuntarily feel admiration.

"The position where the beam of light fell is where the ancestral order is located, but it didn't cause any damage to the surrounding area." The old man straightens his body, facing a group of quiet people outside, and explains gently.

But if there is someone paying attention to his current state, they will surely find that this usually calm old man can't help but clench his fists and tremble slightly at this moment.

The woman glances at him and doesn't say anything, quietly waiting for the next step.

The old man closes his eyes and tries his best to control his emotions. After a long time, he slowly opens his eyes and says slowly, "It seems to be a sign of the awakening of the spiritual blood vessels."

The intelligent eyes of the woman finally show joy at this moment. "For a light beam of this level, it's the awakening of divine blood vessels?"

No, it doesn't mean she hasn't seen the awakening of divine blood vessels in the clan before.

The light flashes were just shining lights, but the pillar of light appearing in the sky now is dozens of times stronger and carries emphasis.

So it means...

"The blood vessels of the ancestors..."

How is that possible?

The voice of the old man trembles.