Free Web NovelChapter 235: Chapter 234: Stage 2
The Ice Prison Fire Tower’s first level, the Ice Prison, formed a field akin to a Realm around him. The temperature plummeted, severely restricting his opponent’s ability to manipulate Spirit Charm.
To be able to enter this level was comparable to a Martial Artist reaching the Spirit Body Realm; one’s body had to be tempered to a state of extreme, unyielding frigidity.
As Extreme charged forward, his massive form seemed to enter the Polar Regions. Frost condensed on his rock-hard body, his speed diminished. Reflected in his pupils was the youth, who stood like a Frost War God, clad in newly formed armor and holding the pass alone.
"You’ve actually cultivated the Ice Prison?"
At that moment, Extreme’s pupils trembled. Memories surged from the depths of his Soul.
In the ancient era, the All Heavens and Myriad Races rose together, but the Human Race was unequivocally one of the Dominator Level factions. They swept across several Great Realms, forcing the Ten Thousand Races to submit. Among the humans, three powers held the reins, standing at the absolute Peak.
One of them was the Cyan Simurgh Palace.
For a power of this caliber, the disciples they recruited were all peerless geniuses from across the realms. After all, their Cultivation Techniques were exceedingly difficult to master. It took years to comprehend them and years more just to lay the groundwork—hundreds of years could pass in the blink of an eye.
Even with mighty figures lecturing and passing down their methods, anyone who mastered it in a few years was an absolute prodigy. So how could someone possibly succeed in cultivating the Ice Prison under today’s destitute conditions?
The Northern Boundary was such a cold, desolate land, its Spirit Charm all but gone. And with no great masters to teach him... how could *Hill* have succeeded?
’Extreme’s mind reeled in horror. He knew the significance of the Ice Prison Fire Tower. It was one of the top Cultivation Techniques of the Cyan Simurgh Palace, a superb method for Foundation Establishment before one entered the Peeping Dao Realm.’
’It was not in the least bit inferior to his own Kunpeng Transformation, and it even had greater potential for breakthroughs. Once fully mastered, its user would have no equal within the same Realm.’
At this thought, Extreme immediately activated his bloodline and executed the Kunpeng Transformation, charging forward like a giant icebreaker. He completely ignored the Northern Snow Lance that Jiang Qiu thrust toward his face.
’So what if he’s cultivated the Ice Prison? It just enhances his defense. Fundamentally, he still can’t even break my skin...’
SLASH—
The crisp sound of slicing, like metal shearing through paper, rang out. Extreme’s deep, moon-like eyes flew wide open. He watched as the Northern Snow Lance in Jiang Qiu’s hand flared with a cold light. Spear Intent and body merged into one, and behind Jiang Qiu, the faint image of a figure in Ice Armor appeared, head held high, spanning heaven and earth.
"Sol... Soldier Body Integration?!"
Extreme, who was breaking through space at high speed, slammed headfirst into the edge of the Northern Snow Lance in Jiang Qiu’s hand, like a fish colliding with a cleaver.
The ultimate Spear Intent struck like a bolt of Thunder, instantly tearing through the Kun’s Body. The massive, hundred-foot-tall form was cleaved in two by a gale of Spear Intent. The vast reserves of Spirit Charm it contained scattered, turning into tiny minnows that returned to the heavens and earth.
’Normal Soldier Body Integration isn’t this destructive. Before coming to the Northern Boundary, I killed several Soldier Dao masters myself.’
’But this weapon is the Northern Snow Lance, and that phantom is from an ancient era, a mighty figure long since fallen...’
"After tens of thousands of years, has the Northern Snow Lance’s Spear Spirit still not faded completely?"
Extreme’s whisper echoed like the ethereal song of a bird as his body dissolved into streams of light, like a sudden shower of fireflies.
The scene from his memory overlapped with the phantom before his eyes. Tens of thousands of years ago, a gravely wounded Human Race expert arrived in the Northern Lands—what was now the Northern Boundary.
He fought a great war with the Demon Emperor Kun. In the end, all Demon Race members in the Northern Lands at or above the Peeping Dao Realm were slaughtered. Kun perished, and the expert left behind the Northern Snow Lance before his Soul returned to the heavens and the earth...
"Hooo..."
As the ethereal voice in his ears faded, Jiang Qiu exhaled a long breath. His feet were embedded in the ice like steel spikes, the Ice Armor covering his body was fractured into pieces, and the frigid energy flowing around him pulsed chaotically.
"What a powerful impact."
He sighed, pulling his knees from beneath the ice with a CRACK, and casually flicked his Northern Snow Lance.
’With a body as massive as the Kun’s Body, augmented by the charging power of the Kunpeng Transformation, I would have been severely injured if I hadn’t used the Ice Prison to limit its speed and bolster my own Ice Armor.’
’Luckily, the Northern Snow Lance’s killing power was sufficient. The incomparably tyrannical Spear Intent finished my opponent in an instant. Otherwise, my internal injuries would have been far worse.’
’Still, this clash consumed a great deal of Spirit Charm. Taking care of the other Chosen Ones later might be troublesome...’
Just as he thought this, Jiang Qiu raised his head to the deep, dark sky and murmured, "The other Chosen Ones shouldn’t have Extreme’s freakish speed. I probably have plenty of time to rest."
HUMMM...
Gradually, stars began to light up the sky like fireflies, but this didn’t signal the passage of time. Jiang Qiu’s eyelid twitched. He tightened his grip on the Northern Snow Lance as the fractured Ice Armor on his body instantly repaired itself.
’It’s not over yet?’
"As expected of the heir of those four old geezers. Your talent is truly astonishing."
The ethereal voice swept over him once more, seeming to echo from the heavens above and respond from beneath the ice below. Jiang Qiu felt as if he were submerged in the deep sea, surrounded on all sides by a piercing, whale-like song.
His heart skipped a beat. The starry sky reflected in his pupils coalesced into the form of Kun. What shone as bright as the moon were its profound eyes.
An ancient aura bore down on him, as if a Demon Emperor had descended upon the world.
...
In the void, Yu Ri and Tang Guang were silent. Four more Chosen Ones, including Wall, appeared later, but the space remained quiet. None of them could speak.
After the initial shock of finding themselves in the void, their gazes soon turned to Northern Boundary Mountain. Although they had all been eliminated, some of them—human or demon—were not resigned to their fate.
Wall was the most indignant of them all. His real name was Jes, a peerless genius from an American Family. Even if his performance in the Northern Boundary couldn’t compare to Jiang Qiu’s, he was by no means willing to accept having died at the foot of the mountain.
He had already obtained the legacy of the South Shore Tribe and had a limitless future. He was even confident that with the power of this legacy, he could have crossed blows with Jiang Qiu. Even if he ended up battered and bruised, he should have at least made it to the summit for a look.
But in the end, that damned Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan had to go and send a Great Witch to forcibly take him out of the competition?
’A Great Witch, borrowing the power of an Ancestor, is no weaker than a Chosen One at their Peak. Their Realm is not lacking in the slightest—it might even be superior. The existence of a guy like that has seriously skewed the contest for the Chosen.’
’That Extreme was really born in the right place. He even had a Great Witch sacrifice his life to help him climb the mountain with ease.’
Jes grumbled internally, his eyes fixed on Northern Boundary Mountain. The white mist had already receded past the halfway point, yet he still couldn’t see any sign of Extreme.
The man was just too fast, disappearing into the white mist so early he was out of sight. Now, it seemed there was nothing left to watch. All they could do was wait quietly for the mist to completely disperse, or for the contest of the Chosen to end.
’Wait, isn’t the number of people here wrong?’
’Including me, there are only six of us in this void?’
