In the Name of Empress-Chapter 576 - 345: This Is the Price

Destroy, world!

Sofia’s fingertips brushed over the letter, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

If anger could kill, Sif would already be dead.

If Sif were right in front of her now, she would...

She would definitely sit quietly.

Because she couldn’t defeat Sif at the moment.

That world-shattering sword cut off the path to Ascension to Divinity, which even if completed, couldn’t fight the three deserters.

She once stood atop the clouds and mountains, returning to the peak as the foremost under the gods was not difficult.

The real challenge was how to defeat those three traitors who had been in the Divine Domain for five eras, their power incomparable to the past.

She had two choices.

The best would be to find the truly invincible path, where no matter how arrogant the three traitors were, she could kill them with one sword strike.

The second choice was to fight alongside Roland and others, using the advantage of numbers and the home ground to defeat them.

Sofia’s proud nature made her choose the former without hesitation, but she wasn’t entirely dismissive of the latter option.

Thinking of the three traitors, Sofia felt her murderous intent swell even more.

Compared to them, the sharp-tongued Sif seemed as endearing as a little girl from next door.

Pretty, but noisy.

Out of sight, out of mind, Sofia placed the Endless Letter into an envelope and casually tossed it into the bookshelf.

Walking out of the study, she strolled through the back garden with a grim face.

Gazing at the plum and ice flowers before her, she fell into deep thought.

"Am I really getting old?"

Her eyes landed on the already frozen sea, watching a polar bear laboriously move its body to engage in a life-or-death battle with a small seal, her sharp gaze softened somewhat.

As she pondered life, a deep blue silhouette quietly approached.

Sofia slightly furrowed her brow, reached out, and grasped the deep blue silhouette, holding it firmly.

She slowly stood up, her hair flying in the wind, changing back from blue to jet-black.

Of course, she wasn’t old, just had existed for a long time.

If counting from the era where she retained her last consciousness, how young could Sif be?

She came from the Second Era, Sif and Roland from the Third Era, they were all old things.

If counted in terms of rebirth age, they were only in their twenties; compared to the long lifespans of high Tier Transcendents, they were still very young.

Since she’s not an old woman, Sif’s venomous attacks naturally had no effect.

Sofia released her hand, a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of her lips.

However, her smile lasted only half a second before fading.

Her fair, jade-like hand was holding the deep blue ice spirit.

More precisely, the once deep blue ice spirit, now fragments of the ice spirit.

Born from the extreme cold, the deep blue ice spirit was adept at various ice skills, it lacked a traditional life form but had its consciousness.

It was Sofia’s loyal servant.

Yet, in her recent fury, Sofia inadvertently crushed the deep blue ice spirit that had approached to show concern.

The deep blue ice spirit had no concept of life; as long as Sofia infused it with ice energy, it could be revived at any time.

For the Empress of the Frosty Winter, this was not difficult, yet Sofia currently couldn’t do it.

She had abandoned everything related to Frosty Winter, unable to harness ice energy anymore.

The deep blue ice spirit could not be revived.

This sudden change plunged Sofia into silence.

She wouldn’t be sentimental enough to cry over the fragments of the deep blue ice spirit; she even envied her past self who could cry and laugh.

But that was a memory from five eras ago.

At that time, she felt like a stranger.

Sofia gazed at the ice spirit fragments, silently for a long time, and scattered the pieces onto the frozen sea.

The shattered ice crystals glistened under the sun, sparkling with dazzling, enchanting colors of breathtaking beauty.

The deep blue ice spirit once followed the greatest Empress of the Frosty Winter, and in this charming afternoon, transformed into radiant rainbow light back to nature.

A fitting end.

As the deep blue ice spirit shattered, the lingering gloom on her heart melted away with the rainbow light.

So that sword hadn’t severed everything cleanly.

Her body still held too much ice energy, tempting her to return to the "right path" of shaping the Frosty Winter Goddess’s divinity crystallizes.

"The right path, huh?"

Sofia’s lips curled with ninety-nine parts disdain and one part relief, reaching back, casually grabbing the hilt of the Bright Blue Fury.

She now had two choices.

Shatter the hilt.

Or reshape the complete Bright Blue Fury and then without hesitation gift it to Angelina.

She chose the latter without a second thought.

She promised Angelina, and she didn’t want to break her word.

More importantly, she decided to cut the past and bid farewell to everything about Frosty Winter.

Her past self was like a painting filled with deep blue watercolor, magnificent but with no space for new strokes.

Without a complete break from the past, how could one embrace rebirth?

Sofia’s eyes gleamed with an unusual brilliance.

It had no color, yet it shone.

She hadn’t set the path forward, yet faintly touched upon an unknown world.

With a tap of her toe, a piece of rock flew out.

Leaping in one bound, her slender body stood in an absolutely standard pose atop the rock, flying toward the Winter Palace fifteen kilometers away.

Below the Holy Sanctuary, humans couldn’t fly on their own power.

But a significant difference between humans and animals is the ability to use tools.

Sofia only needed a piece of rock and a cape to traverse a distance of over ten kilometers.

Not only her, the ten Tier Five Strong selected in the Battle of White Mountain could all do this.

These ten stood at the peak of human power on land.