21: Chapter 21 Purple Sun Holy Land

Far North Icefield.

Fierce winds rolled with blizzards, raging violently.

The temperature was so cold that even the Spiritual Qi in the air condensed into ice crystals.

Two figures moved forward amidst the vast white world.

Gu Han walked at the very front. Her plain white dress flapped loudly in the wind. As the snow filled the sky and approached within three feet of her body, it automatically collapsed, turning into pure Lunar Qi and merging into her body.

She did not walk fast. With every step she took, a ripple of deep blue halo would spread across the ice beneath her feet.

Su Qianxue followed ten steps behind.

She gritted her teeth tightly. A thin layer of frost covered her body. Her hands were tucked into her sleeves, deathly clutching that black ring.

The "Cold Moon True Interpretation" circulated frantically within her body.

The extreme cold Qi drilled into her Meridians through her pores, tearing her flesh and blood, only to be forcibly repaired by the Cultivation Technique.

Breaking and then establishing.

After just half a day's journey, Su Qianxue's cultivation had completely stabilized at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer Great Perfection.

"Circulate the heavenly cycles, do not stop," Danqingzi's voice echoed in Su Qianxue's mind. "This Far North Icefield is simply a cultivation ground custom-made for you, girl. With that master ahead bearing the pressure of the Laws, you just focus on absorbing the cold Qi."

Su Qianxue nodded. She looked up at Gu Han's back.

That back exuded absolute loneliness and power.

In the distant Eastern Wasteland. Tianxuan Peak Hall.

Gu Sheng leaned back in the main seat, holding a steaming cup of Dao Enlightenment Tea in his hand.

Through the dual perspective, he looked at the screen full of blizzards and couldn't help but shiver.

"System," Gu Sheng asked in his mind, "There isn't even a ghost in this place. Where exactly is the Xuanming Hall ruins? Don't tell me those people back then even scraped away the topsoil."

The System light screen popped up immediately.

[Ding.]

[Please do not question the professionalism of this System. This System never does crude work like digging three feet into the ground.]

[The core ruins of Xuanming Hall are buried thirty thousand feet beneath the ice.]

[The great war back then broke the earth veins, causing the ruins to be sealed by ancient glaciers. Without the Lunar Origin as a key, even if a Great Emperor came, they would have to dig for hundreds of years.]

[A reminder for the host. Thirty miles ahead, a large number of high-level Cultivator spiritual power fluctuations have been detected.]

Gu Sheng put down the teacup.

Work is coming.

The outskirts of the Far North Icefield.

The wind and snow suddenly weakened.

An ice wall a hundred zhang high stood across the world, cutting off the only path to the depths of the icefield.

Atop the ice wall, Formation runes flickered.

Dozens of Cultivators wearing uniform purple Daoist robes stood with their hands behind their backs.

In the center, a large banner fluttered in the wind, embroidered with a purple blazing sun.

Ziyang Holy Land.

One of the Immortal Holy Lands of the Central State.

Below the ice wall, over a thousand Loose Cultivators from the Beiming Land and Disciples from small to medium Sects gathered. They were blocked outside, filled with indignation, yet no one dared to step forward.

"On what grounds are you blockading the icefield!" a Beiming Loose Cultivator shouted. "The Xuanming Hall ruins have emerged; everyone should have a share. Your Central State Holy Lands have reached out too far!"

A Foundation Establishment Late Stage Disciple from the Ziyang Holy Land stood on the ice wall, looking down.

A mocking curve pulled at the corner of his mouth.

"On what grounds?"

The Disciple raised his right hand and suddenly pressed down into the Void Realm.

A streak of purple fire descended from the sky, slamming directly into the Loose Cultivator's chest.

Bang.

The Loose Cultivator didn't even let out a scream before instantly turning into a pile of ashes.

The surroundings instantly fell silent.

All the Beiming Cultivators retreated together, their eyes full of terror.

"On the grounds that we are the Ziyang Holy Land," the Disciple clapped his hands. "Our Saint is currently breaking the Formation in the depths. Idle people, if you dare to take another step forward, you will be killed without mercy."

At the back of the crowd.

Gu Han stopped her pace.

Su Qianxue followed up panting, her face turning pale as she looked at the ice wall ahead and the ashes on the ground.

"Sister," Su Qianxue spoke in a low voice, "It's people from the Ziyang Holy Land. They have set up the Heaven-Sealing Earth-Locking Formation."

Danqingzi snorted coldly in the ring. "A bunch of trash flaunting their power. This Formation is very crude; it's only good for bullying these Loose Cultivators who haven't seen the world. However, if you force your way through, it will definitely alert the old monsters inside."

Gu Han ignored Su Qianxue and Danqingzi.

She raised her head, her gaze crossing the ice wall and looking toward the deepest part of the Far North Icefield.

There.

An extremely familiar aura was faintly pulsing.

It was calling her.

That was the Lifebound Treasure that accompanied Luo Qingxue in conquering the world back then.

Gu Han withdrew her gaze.

She stepped forward, walking straight toward that ice wall.

The crowd parted automatically.

Everyone looked at this woman in the plain white dress with eyes as if looking at a dead person.

On the ice wall.

The Ziyang Holy Land Disciple frowned.

"Stop," he shouted sternly. "Are you deaf? One more step forward and you die!"

Gu Han did not stop.

She didn't even look up at the Disciple once.

"Courting death!"

The Ziyang Holy Land Disciple was furious. He pointed his fingers like a sword, and a ball of deep purple flame condensed at his fingertips.

This was the unique ultimate skill of Ziyang Holy Land, Ziyang True Fire. It specifically countered all cold and yin things in the world.

He unhesitatingly hurled the fireball at Gu Han.

The fireball tore through the wind and snow, whistling through the air with terrifyingly high temperatures.

Su Qianxue cried out in alarm, instinctively wanting to draw her sword.

Gu Han's expression remained unchanged.

She continued to walk forward.

Just as that ball of Ziyang True Fire was less than three feet from the top of her head.

The snowflake mark on Gu Han's forehead lit up with a faint glow.

No movement.

No spiritual power fluctuation.

That ball of Ziyang True Fire, claimed to burn all things, suddenly froze in mid-air.

Immediately after.

Crack.

An ice shell formed on the surface of the fireball.

Bang.

The ice shell shattered, and the Ziyang True Fire turned into a sky full of ice shards, dissipating with the wind.

The Ziyang Holy Land Disciple on the ice wall was stunned.

The thousand-plus Beiming Cultivators below were also stunned.

Ziyang True Fire, was frozen?

This completely defied the common sense of the cultivation world.

"Formation," Gu Han finally spoke.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Too noisy."

Gu Han raised her right hand. Her fair finger pointed lightly at that hundred-zhang-high ice wall.

Hum.

An extremely pure and ancient aura of extreme cold erupted from her fingertip.

That was the Origin power of the Lunar MysteriousChar Body.

She was the true master of this Far North Icefield.

The Formation runes on the ice wall were instantly extinguished.

Immediately after, a huge crack appeared from the position where Gu Han's finger pointed, rapidly spreading upward.

Rumble.

The hundred-zhang ice wall collapsed from the middle with a roar.

Countless huge blocks of ice crashed down. Dozens of Ziyang Holy Land Disciples screamed as they fell from mid-air.

The entire field was deathly silent.

All the Beiming Cultivators watched this scene dumbfounded.

One finger.

It broke the Heaven-Sealing Earth-Locking Formation of an Immortal Holy Land.

From the ruins of the ice wall, an old man wearing a purple-gold Daoist robe soared into the sky.

He exuded the terrifying pressure of a Nascent Soul Late Stage.

The old man stared fixedly at Gu Han, his eyes full of shock and greed.

"Pure Lunar Origin!" The old man's voice trembled. "Who are you?"

Gu Sheng curled his lip in the Tianxuan Peak Hall.

"System, this old fellow talks too much." Gu Sheng tapped on the table. "Give them some more intensity."

Far North Icefield.

Gu Han lowered her right hand.

She looked at the Ziyang Holy Land Elder in mid-air.

"Begone," Gu Han uttered a single word.

The Ziyang Elder laughed out of extreme anger.

"Arrogant!" He formed hand seals. "No matter who you are, since you possess the Lunar Origin, obediently follow this seat back to the Holy Land for a soul search!"

A huge purple blazing sun rose behind him.

The terrifying high temperature instantly evaporated the surrounding ice and snow.

The full-force strike of a Nascent Soul Late Stage was earth-shaking in its power.

Su Qianxue was forced back repeatedly by this pressure, blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

Gu Han stood in place, her expression still cold and indifferent.

She did not defend.

Because it was not necessary.

Just as the Ziyang Elder was about to launch his attack.

In the Void Realm, a very faint sword hum suddenly sounded.

Hum.

No sword light.

No spiritual power fluctuation.

The purple blazing sun behind the Ziyang Elder suddenly split from the middle.

Divided into two.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror.

Immediately after.

The Ziyang Elder's body froze.

He looked down at his own chest.

A red line appeared there.

"This... what kind of sword is this..."

Before his voice fell.

The Ziyang Elder's body split directly into two halves, along with the Nascent Soul inside, instantly annihilated.

The corpse fell from mid-air, hitting the ice layer with a dull thud.

The whole place was silent.

Over a thousand Cultivators even stopped breathing.

A Nascent Soul Late Stage Holy Land Elder.

Just died like that.

No one even saw who made the move.

In the wind and snow.

A one-armed old man wearing tattered sheepskin fur, carrying a rusty broken sword, slowly emerged from the Void Realm.

He stood ten zhang away from Gu Han's side.

His turbid gaze swept across the field.

Everyone who met his gaze felt a chill on their neck and instinctively trembled.

Li Yifeng.

Soul Transformation Great Perfection.

"Whoever blocks the way again," Li Yifeng's voice was hoarse, exuding a strong smell of blood, "This old man will kill them."

The surviving Disciples of Ziyang Holy Land were scared out of their wits, scrambling to flee to both sides.

The Beiming Cultivators even parted to make a wide path, all lowering their heads, not daring to look directly.

Gu Han did not look at Li Yifeng.

At this moment, she stood in place without moving.

Su Qianxue swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only feeling that the scene before her was shocking.

Danqingzi roared frantically in the ring.

"Soul Transformation Great Perfection! And a Sword Cultivator! This killing intent, this Sword Qi, he is definitely a peerless ruthless man who killed his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in the Central State!"

"Girl Su, did you see that! This is the foundation of that Young Master Gu! Just sending a Dao Protector can insta-kill a Holy Land Elder!"

"Hold onto his thigh tightly! Even if you die, hold on tight!"

Tianxuan Peak Hall.

Gu Sheng looked at the destiny points frantically jumping on the System panel.

[Ding.]

[Destined Daughter Su Qianxue's awe for the host's fictional faction has reached the extreme.]

[destiny points +2000.]

[Current Destiny Point Balance: 11,600 points.]

"This Old Li is quite good at showing off." Gu Sheng smiled with satisfaction.