24: Chapter 24 Nine Nether Soul-Suppressing Zither

Chu Tianjiao slammed into the ice surface. Fresh blood stained the white snow red.

He clutched his severed arm, his screams piercing through the wind and snow. As a Saint of the Immortal Holy Land in the Central Plains, he had never suffered such a loss in his life.

Fragments of the Ziyang Heaven-Illuminating Mirror lay scattered on the ground, having lost their luster.

Li Yifeng stepped on the Void Realm, his sheepskin coat fluttering in the wind. His broken sword pointed obliquely at the ground, a single droplet of blood sliding down the rusted blade.

Hundreds of Ziyang Holy Land Disciples stood in place, none daring to move.

"You dare sever my arm!" Chu Tianjiao's face twisted as his left hand crushed a Jade Slip. "Elder Xu, kill him!"

The Void Realm trembled. A gray-robed old man broke through the air. The pressure of a Late Stage Soul Transformation expert swept across the scene. This was Chu Tianjiao's personal protector.

The gray-robed old man assessed the situation, his gaze sweeping over the broken sword in Li Yifeng's hand, his pupils constricting.

"Who are you, Your Excellency?" Elder Xu stood in front of Chu Tianjiao, his voice tight. "The Ziyang Holy Land is conducting official business. Are you trying to make an enemy of the entire Central Plains?"

Li Yifeng didn't even lift his eyelids.

He twisted his left wrist.

The second sword strike.

There was no superfluous chatter. The characteristic of a killing machine is that the more people there are, the more intense the killing intent becomes.

Sword light rose.

Elder Xu felt his scalp tingle and summoned a black tortoise shield.

The Sword Opens the Heaven Gate trait triggered. It ignored defenses.

The black tortoise shield split in two. Elder Xu retreated a hundred feet, a deep, bone-exposing bloody scar appearing on his chest. A mere inch more, and his Nascent Soul would have been shredded.

Elder Xu was afraid. This old man was an unreasonable lunatic. Suppressed by the Laws of the Far North Icefield, he couldn't unleash his full strength, yet the opponent was ridiculously strong.

Eastern Wasteland, Tianxuan Peak Hall.

Gu Sheng was drinking tea, watching the Destiny Value on the light screen soar.

[Su Qianxue observed the Soul Transformation battle, her awe for the host deepened. Destiny Value +1000.]

[Mu Qinghan's fanaticism increased. Destiny Value +800.]

"System, the drop rate for this Chu Tianjiao is terrible," Gu Sheng tapped the table. "I cut off one of his arms, and there isn't even a sound?"

[Friendly reminder: Chu Tianjiao is not the Child of Destiny; no Destiny Value drops. If the host kills him, you can obtain a 'Full Sect Pursuit Gift Package' from the Ziyang Holy Land.]

"Stop being sarcastic." Gu Sheng issued an order. "Tell Old Li to hold back; don't actually kill him. Keep these people as cannon fodder for pathfinding."

Far North Icefield, inside the Ice Valley.

Li Yifeng raised the broken sword, preparing to swing the third sword strike.

"Stop," Gu Han said.

Li Yifeng stopped his movement, the broken sword drooping as he retreated behind her.

Elder Xu breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Chu Tianjiao back. Chu Tianjiao wanted to hurl threats, but Elder Xu covered his mouth tightly.

Gu Han ignored the people from the Ziyang Holy Land. She walked to the center of the Ice Valley.

Below was the sealed ruin of the Xuanming Hall. The Ziyang Holy Land had dug for half a day but had only touched the outer Formation.

Gu Han raised her hand. The snowflake mark on her forehead lit up.

The Lunar Origin poured out.

It was not destruction, but a summons of the same origin.

The ancient Formation patterns beneath the Ice Valley began to operate upon contact with the Lunar Origin.

The earth shook and mountains swayed.

A massive ice gate rose from underground. Complex totems were carved on the door, with a groove in the very center.

Gu Han pointed her fingers like a sword, forcing out a drop of her Lifebound blood essence, flicking it into the groove.

The great gate opened.

An ancient aura sealed for three hundred years rushed toward them.

"Let's go." Gu Han stepped in first. Su Qianxue followed closely behind. Mu Qinghan guarded the right side. Li Yifeng covered the rear.

Li Yifeng crossed the threshold.

The massive ice gate slammed shut.

The Formation patterns faded beneath the ice layer.

The Ice Valley returned to deathly silence.

Elder Xu knelt on one knee, his right hand clutching his chest tightly.

A deep, bone-exposing sword scar ran through half of his chest cavity.

Fresh blood gushed out through his fingers, dripping onto the blue-white ice surface, instantly freezing into dark red ice dregs.

The lingering killing Sword Intent at the wound was frantically destroying his Meridians.

Elder Xu formed a Seal with one hand, tapping several major acupuncture points on his chest in succession to forcibly Seal his blood and Qi.

Chu Tianjiao lay on the snowy ground ten feet away.

His right arm was severed at the root.

The cut was smooth.

The blood at the wound was also frozen by the extreme cold.

He curled up, convulsing all over from the excruciating pain.

"Elder Xu! Kill your way in! I want them dead!" Chu Tianjiao roared.

Elder Xu did not move.

He stared at the tightly closed ice gate.

Lunar Origin.

Snowflake mark.

Plain white dress.

The Heaven-Shaking Bell of the Tianyan Sect had rung nine times.

The result of the heavenly calculation was the appearance of the Xuanming Hall.

Three hundred years ago, three Nirvana Stage powerhouses joined forces to besiege the Xuanming Goddess Luo Qingxue.

The entire cultivation world confirmed that her Divine Soul was destroyed.

Now, that person had walked in alive.

The Tianyan Sect had not miscalculated.

Luo Qingxue had been resurrected.

That old man carrying the broken sword possessed combat power that completely exceeded the common sense of the Soul Transformation Stage.

The manpower sent by the Ziyang Holy Land this time could not swallow this piece of meat.

Elder Xu took out a crimson jade talisman from his storage ring.

This was the highest-level communication talisman of the Ziyang Holy Land.

"Elder Xu, what are you doing?" Chu Tianjiao asked, enduring the pain.

"Saint, the situation is out of control."

Elder Xu closed his fingers.

The jade talisman shattered.

Crimson light shot into the sky.

The light exploded above the Far North Icefield, turning into a massive phantom of a purple sun.

The phantom covered the sky for ten thousand miles.

This phantom not only transmitted back to the Central Plains but also spread throughout the entire Far North Icefield.

The accompanying message was only a simple sentence.

"Xuanming Hall core opened, Luo Qingxue resurrected, come quickly."

Only when the water is muddy can you catch the fish.

Since the Ziyang Holy Land couldn't eat it, he would drag everyone else into the water.

Thousands of Loose Cultivators from the Northern Underworld outside the Ice Valley looked at the purple sun in the sky.

After a brief silence.

The crowd exploded.

Countless communication talismans lit up in the crowd.

All the major Sects and hidden old monsters of the Northern Underworld received these coordinates.

Eastern Wasteland, Tianxuan Peak Hall.

Gu Sheng sat on the main seat.

The map section representing the Far North Icefield on the screen suddenly flashed with dense red dots.

[Ding.]

[Detected large-scale spatial fluctuations in the Far North Icefield.]

[Multiple forces, including the Taichu Holy Land of the Central Plains, Wan Jian Holy Land, Northern Underworld's Heavenly Demon Sect, and Joyous Sect, are advancing toward the target coordinates at full speed.]

Gu Sheng picked up the teacup on the sandalwood table.

He took a sip.

That old guy is truly poisonous.

When he can't win, he calls for help, broadcasting the coordinates and news directly.

Now the entire Far North Icefield is a meat grinder.

Gu Sheng's fingers tapped on the desktop.

The situation has escalated.

The Soul Transformation Stage is no longer enough.

The ones appearing next will definitely be old monsters of the Void Refinement Stage or even the Dao Integration Stage.

The Law suppression of the Far North Icefield does exist.

But those Immortal Holy Lands definitely have ways to carry heavy treasures to forcibly break the Laws.

Li Yifeng's "Sword Opens the Heaven Gate" ignores defenses.

But the gap in Realm is too large.

If one sword strike doesn't kill them, Gu Han's vessel will be counter-killed.

He must speed up the progress.

Grab the Lifebound Treasure and retreat.

Underground in the Far North Icefield.

A wide crystal passage extended downward.

Gu Han walked at the very front.

The Qi of the Lunar Origin spread out beneath her feet.

In the ice walls on both sides, countless broken weapons and skeletons were frozen.

There were Disciples wearing the attire of the Xuanming Hall.

There were also the attires of the besiegers from back then.

The skeletons maintained the posture of fighting.

Mu Qinghan followed on the right.

Looking at the tragic scene in the ice walls, her knees bent, and she knelt directly on the ground.

"Mu Qinghan, the thirty-seventh generation Saintess of the Ice Spirit Sect, pays respects to all the martyrs."

Mu Qinghan kowtowed heavily.

Her forehead pressed against the cold ground.

Su Qianxue stood to the side.

She looked at the skeletons filling the passage.

How tragic was that battle back then?

How much hatred did Sister Gu carry on her own?

[Ding.]

[Child of Destiny Su Qianxue has developed strong empathy for the host's Clone.]

[Destiny Value +1000.]

[Current Destiny Value balance: 12600 points.]

Li Yifeng walked at the end.

His attention was entirely on the darkness ahead of the passage.

Gu Han stopped walking.

At the end of the passage was a massive underground plaza.

In the center of the plaza stood a dilapidated altar.

Above the altar floated a ten-foot-tall dark blue ice soul.

Sealed inside the ice soul was an ancient zither that was entirely snow-white.

The strings were refined from the main tendons of seven different colored demonic dragons.

Supreme Spiritual Artifact.

nine nether soul-suppressing zither.