A blue spell figure appeared five centimeters in front of the palm, gradually enlarged and faded into the air. Followed by several spells that swirled like ripples of water, slowly but lightly spinning, and the last man-tall spell swirled out of the air and deepened into a solid entity, and its interior became a deep and unpredictable darkness. Bingliu stepped inside, and when he came out of the other end of it, the scene in front of him was already very different from what he had just been.

For this space, Bingliu is the only "person" that can be entered without proof—a puppet. This is so because she is the guardian of this space.

"Remember, you're special. This is what the creator of this space said to her, he told her, dark creates the law of space and light creates the law of time, and the creator can use the power of darkness to create this world but can't give it time, so he must use Bingliu to become its guardian. Because Bingliu and this space have similarities but not exactly the same: attributes. Both this world and Bingliu were created by darkness, and their attributes were all dark, but Bingliu's ability was to control ice, and even his consciousness was the powerful and pure essence of ice and snow. Ice has belonged to light since ancient times, and it is held together with gold, jade and other yang symbols, although the water is a middle male, it is also feminine. This is recorded in the sixty-four hexagrams made by Emperor Fuxi in later generations and the "Ten Wings" by Kong Qiu, so Bingliu can just be compatible with the two parties, making her the guardian of this space, and the world will have time. When Bingliu became the guardian, the creator firmly tied her to the world, and when Bingliu died, this space no longer had time, forever frozen in the second it stopped - perhaps the light is the silk thread that connects the space with the three goddesses of fate who control time, which is similar to the use of fiber optic communication in the future. Not only that, but every part of this world will be frozen in ice and snow, and the secret it guards will never be obtained. Perhaps because of this, other people, including creators, need tokens to enter this space. Of course, the creator's token is unique to his or her own people. But others, only through the permission of the token given by the creator, can enter. However, the token effect obtained by others is limited to one time, and no one can take advantage of it.

Passing through the passage of the spell, you can reach the vicinity of the place where you want to go. This is one of the places where this space is more special than other worlds. Within seconds, Bingliu had appeared near the center of the space. All around was a chaotic expanse, with a gray mist mixed with dust forming a gloomy sky. The ground is like the touch of clouds, cold but not biting, soft but not soft, people seem to be traveling in the fog and water vapor, Bingliu walks with the call of attributes and the familiarity and sensitivity of this space. Finally, the center of the world has arrived.

Arriving at the place of the eye of the array, Bingliu stopped, the cold qi in his body was forced out of the height of the world in his body, and the air column instantly expanded and then froze in an instant, and for a while it seemed to be able to see the color of the air, the light blue and bright blue and dark blue were constantly flowing, rotating, moving and changing blue, with the snow white and white little fireflies.

No, that's real! The air suddenly became cold, and with a crackling sound at the edge of the circle, dozens of ice barriers nearly three meters high gradually rose. Then, starting from the midpoint of each ice barrier in the inner circle, Bingliu froze on the eye of the formation, and several frozen pavements appeared under her feet, each only more than half a meter wide, at a speed visible to the naked eye, which seemed to be slow but was actually quickly joining from both ends. However, in about forty-five minutes, more than 20 ice roads glowing with silver light and 60 kilometers long, together with all the ice barriers, formed an ice circle that was almost perfectly round.

Shui Lan's eyes slowly opened, and his outstretched arms turned to the front of him to quickly make a rather complex knot. The slender and slender fingers faintly saw a little light as thin as a hair in the rapid flickering, suspended in front of Bing Liu's chest with the flow of cold air, and then froze in place the moment when he took off his hand. Like the color of water, the visible and invisible light surrounds the pattern.

Bingliu stopped, and his hands naturally hung down under his lower abdomen, as if to rest. But just a few seconds after that, the air suddenly became cold and biting, as if in the snow-capped mountains of Cuiwei, the wind from the highest place in the sky tore at the body, cutting through the consciousness that was connected by threads. In an instant, the air was almost crushed into a semi-liquid solid of foggy gray visible to the naked eye, allowing the cold to penetrate the center of the earth, piercing the pattern that floated on the chest of the Qi man on the surface.

Then, without warning, a wave of power poured from the edge of the formation to the center, and the entire surface rearranged like a mosaic, and a sword about seven inches wide rose from the ground, and the end of the hilt was touching the strange pattern that seemed to flow and seemed to be an intricately tangled silk thread printed together. At that moment, the pattern seemed to be materialized, passing through the hilt from top to bottom, glowing with a dazzling but not dazzling light. When the light disappeared, the originally dim sword had become crystal clear, and the cold air that only ice and snow could only be found flickering. The whole sword seems to be made of crystals mixed with the texture of pearls, and it looks very cold from a distance, but if you get close to it, you will feel indescribably gentle.

With a "click", Bingliu stepped forward and pulled it up from the ground, and with a twist of his hand, the sword slowly drew an incomplete circle with a sound similar to metal rubbing, bringing up a milky white cold for a long time before dissipating.

Bingliu stayed for a while, stood still in place, urged the internal breath, and gradually surrounded the ice array, there seemed to be some subtle and invisible change in the air, a deadly danger began to spread in this world, filling the air in the form of jumping, like in water, the surroundings became heavy, and from time to time there appeared as if it had become a solid ice, suspended in the low air. I don't know how long it took, the white mist was like a tributary of a flowing river, scattered and extended until it became a complete ice circle, which looked like a spider web from a distance.

Launch. The clouds are changing.