The Heart of the Dragon Emperor.
The Palace Lordâs words left me swallowing nervously. Forcing my stiff neck to move, I looked back at the Ice Essence.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Its compressed cold radiated an almost palpable intensity, a perfectly spherical object seemingly sculpted by an impossibly precise artisan.
And it was massiveâan enormous orb of ice, large enough to rival the size of a small building.
Calling it an egg was bizarre enough, butâ
"Thatâs supposed to be a heart?"
And not just any heart.
"The heart of the Dragon Emperor?"
The Dragon Emperor .
From what I knew, the Dragon Emperor was likely the Blood Demonâa figure tied to a catastrophic history.
For the heart of such a being to be the Ice Essence and for it to exist here in the North Sea, far from Zhongyuan, what did it all mean?
"Even moreâ¦"
This was a space accessible only under specific conditions, guarded for generations by the bloodline of the Ice Palace.
It was incomprehensible.
I directed my gaze back to the Ice Essence and asked,
"â¦Youâre saying thatâs a heart?"
"Hmm."
The Palace Lord nodded at my question.
"You seem to already know about the Dragon Emperor, judging by your reaction."
Damn it.
I grimaced, realizing Iâd let my thoughts slip. A rare mistake on my part.
"Donât look so troubled. I donât mind," the Palace Lord said nonchalantly.
"â¦"
"If youâre asking whether that is truly a heart, I would say thatâs how I interpret it."
"â¦So this is just your belief?"
"Indeed. The Ice Palaceâs records describe it as an egg, after all."