Atop the snow-capped mountain peak, a frigid wind blew snowflakes onto Meng Hao's head. They quickly melted, taking with them some of the warmth inside of him. The resulting sensation was one of icy coldness.
The coldness caused Meng Hao's somewhat blank eyes to suddenly clear. As he regained his senses, the incredible transformations to the lands of the Ninth Nation ceased.
"The world has invisible natural laws…." he murmured.
"On top of natural law is the omnipresent power of Essence.... Understanding something's intrinsic qualities, and seeing its true origin, knowing EVERYTHING about it... that is its Essence." Although his journey from the bottom of the mountain to the top had seemed to go quickly, it truth, it had taken quite a bit of time.