Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 1245 - 1225: Domain Snow Child

Vast, serene, snow-white, boundless.

The land and sky melded into one, indistinguishable, or perhaps inherently the same, with no differences at all.

Qianqian stood still, closed her eyes, and extended her hand. The snowflakes around her seemed to freeze in mid-air. If not for the snowflakes still dancing in the distance, one might believe time itself had truly stopped at this moment.

But the range of her controlled snowflakes grew larger, and their numbers increased until...

She suddenly opened her eyes, looking forward, using Spiritual Power and the natural barrier around her as a shield, exploring with Soul Power to probe for anything unusual.

Soon, she found something out of the ordinary.

She walked briskly, not noticing that the snow was swiftly covering the footprints she left behind, making it impossible to determine her direction.

However, upon reaching the area she sensed earlier, she once again lost her earlier perception, looking around confusedly at her surroundings.

"O key hidden with the power of a blizzard, reveal your true power amidst the snow, under the name of your sole master, I command you, appear!" The girl with a dramatic flair, Luo Qianqian, had a broom appear in her hand. Happily, she swept the ground, soon forming a pile of snow, and cheerfully built a large snowman. After wrapping it with a red scarf, she smiled with satisfaction: "This is what a snowy landscape should look like, so desolate, with not a hint of vitality."

Seeing a lone snowman, she cheerfully made an even larger one. This time, she placed a metal bucket on its head, inserting branches and a carrot to form arms and features.

"From now on, you are the Guardians of this place. I, under the name of your new master, Little Sakura...ah, no, no, no, the name of your new master, order you to guard this area!"

The melodramatic girl had fun in the snow. After all, there was no one else around, and with the endless snow falling, there was no worry of it melting away.

"Oh, but staying here isn’t quite right, is it? I can’t just stay here forever, right?"

After playing enough, Luo Qianqian hugged her scarf, looking at the flying snow in confusion. Even in this world, she enjoyed playing; now calm, she suddenly felt ashamed of her actions and sat quietly next to the two snowmen, watching the snow fly.

Although all the footprints around had disappeared, the snowmen remained uncovered.

"Endless snow, the world clad in silver, is this something I need to figure out to break through?" Luo Qianqian’s expression turned thoughtful. Could this be a test of the Domain?

She had a water attribute, and ice and snow were fundamentally water, essentially the same source.

The same source, which means this could actually be transformed into another world?

With a slight start, Luo Qianqian reached out, grabbing a handful of snow, her hand surrounded by Spiritual Power. She successfully turned the snow into water, then the handful of water into white mist, which slowly turned back into ice. Different arrangements of elements brought about different states.

She quietly looked at the ice in front of her, "The texture of snow is softer and not as crystalline as ice, so it’s definitely not arranged so densely..."

When a large snowflake appeared in her hand, there was still no change around her, so she dejectedly lowered her hand, "No, that’s not right. It mustn’t be in this direction. Then what is it?"

"Gosh, where did my footprints go?" The young girl with the dramatic flair, Luo Qianqian, looked around trying to find some clue, only to discover that there wasn’t a trace — even her footprints had vanished without a trace.

Her body and the snowmen, however, remained unchanged.

This made her feel something was off. If this sky bore true snow, naturally, it would fall and melt, but nothing had fallen on her shoulders or head, nor was there even a single water mark evident.

And the snowmen’s height remained as she had built them; even though footprints were buried, such large snowmen hadn’t changed — it was illogical.

Luo Qianqian stayed silent, silently staring straight at her surroundings.

Subconsciously taking two steps and then turning around to look at her footprints, sure enough, they were completely covered.

"This isn’t real snow." Luo Qianqian watched her footprints disappear, frowning slightly, "Real snow falls everywhere, not selectively like this. Real snow might turn into slush, but it still has unique dances in the sky, unlike this immutable state. Each snowflake showcases its own form, rather than being a repetitive replication." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Snow is winter’s most beautiful presence, not something manifested in this way. Most importantly, snow is a gift from nature, not something that could be conjured by such a world. Nature’s marvel...oh my gosh!"

Luo Qianqian hadn’t even finished speaking the insights she’d read in books when a small Snow Child appeared in front of her, far more delicate than the snowmen she’d built. Its big, icy eyes were pure.

"Are you the master here?" Luo Qianqian asked subconsciously while looking at the Snow Child in front of her.

The Snow Child did not answer her, instead asking, "Would you take me to see this world?"

Gosh, had the snow gained consciousness?

"Then would you be willing to come with me?" Luo Qianqian instead of answering, asked back.

The Snow Child lowered its head, hesitated for a moment before looking up with determination at Luo Qianqian, "I’m willing!"

"Then shall we go?" Luo Qianqian smiled gently at the Snow Child, bending down and extending her hand, wrinkling her nose playfully. The Snow Child, looking at the smile on Luo Qianqian’s face, instinctively reached out its hand and took hold of Luo Qianqian’s small hand, a color of bewildered warmth on its face.

And as they clasped hands, the snowy world seemed to receive some sort of guidance, surging towards Luo Qianqian’s body.

Luo Qianqian instinctively raised her hand in defense, only to find she wasn’t buried in snow, instead, the Spiritual Power within her grew stronger, and a small snowflake tattoo appeared on her right wrist, differing from usual tattoos. This tattoo was a pale blue, akin to this snowy world.

"Then I’ll wait for you to show me this world." After seriously enjoining this, the Snow Child entered the tattoo on Luo Qianqian’s wrist. Once the Snow Child had entered, Luo Qianqian felt somewhat fulfilled, as if the tattoo was just a tattoo before.

And once again, the scene before her shifted, and she found herself back in that room, only now the ancient black box in front of her had been opened.

"Really lucky." The voice sounded again. Luo Qianqian didn’t dwell on it much, instead leaping through the door that appeared beside her, "I’m not just lucky alone."