166: Chapter 166 The Nine Netherworld Extreme Cold Abyss! System Cooling Down, Please Let Star Sea Sword Master Be an Ice Sculpture!

Ancient God Kingdom Cemetery,

Middle Ring Shattered Continent.

After finishing the Soul search, Lin Que was in no hurry to burst forth with full speed towards the core.

This Half-Step Dao Integration Realm powerhouse's cemetery was truly too vast.

The path was filled with various spatial cracks and time turbulence; if one were to charge recklessly, even a Void Returning Realm Peak Cultivator would suffer greatly.

"Second Law of the Stealthy Path of Treasure Hunting: When you have a navigation System, never travel at night."

Lin Que kept his hands tucked inside his gray cloak, following the detailed [God Kingdom Core Map] from Lei Xiao's memories, precisely avoiding every hidden ancient killing Formation and spatial trap.

"Heavenly God Heavy Industry spent three hundred years and sacrificed countless lives to scout this path, and now it's all mine."

Lin Que walked across the desolate shattered continent.

With every step, his 52-million-jin Extreme Realm Physical Body produced subtle resonances with the ground beneath him, vibrating the low-level undead attempting to approach directly into dust.

He walked for a full two hours, the rhythm of the story being pulled to its limit bit by bit in this oppressive yet expectant exploration.

Suddenly.

The originally dim starry sky ahead turned into a vast expanse of white.

Even the air seemed to be forcibly frozen by some kind of extreme Law, making subtle "crack-crack" sounds of fracturing.

Lin Que stopped in his tracks.

Appearing before him was a terrifying abyss that spanned the center of the continent, tens of thousands of zhang wide and bottomless.

Dense milky-white cold air rolled within the abyss.

This cold air was not ordinary ice and snow, but was formed from the [Nine Nether Extreme Cold Origin] left behind after the extinction of primordial stars!

"[Nine Nether Extreme Cold Abyss]. Cross this trench, and you'll reach the core providence land of the God Kingdom."

Lin Que flipped through the map in his mind, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

The cold air here directly targeted the Divine Soul and microscopic cells.

For an ordinary Void Returning Realm Middle Stage powerhouse, if they didn't use a top-tier Pure Yang Magic Treasure for protection, just inhaling a single breath of this cold air would freeze their blood, bone marrow, and even their Nascent Soul into absolute zero ice shards within half a breath.

At this moment.

On the edge of the cliff of this Extreme Cold Abyss, Lin Que was not alone.

On a cliff wall dozens of li away from Lin Que, an interstellar warship shaped like a giant sword and radiating dazzling sword light was anchored.

Below the warship stood hundreds of Nebula Sword Cultivators wearing moon-white sword robes and stepping on Flying Swords.

A brilliant nebula pattern was embroidered on their chests—the top Sect of the Central Star Sea, [Nebula Sword Sect]!

"Hurry up! You bunch of useless trash!"

A young man with sharp arrogance between his brows stood on a top-grade Flying Sword radiating Void Returning Realm pressure, shouting down from above.

He was the contemporary Saint of the Nebula Sword Sect, Gu Chen.

And on the edge of the cliff.

Over a hundred Loose Cultivators forcibly captured by the Nebula Sword Sect were being crazily whipped by several Sect Elders using barbed lightning whips.

"The Saint has ordered! Use your flesh, blood, and true essence to fill the cold air of this abyss! Anyone who dares to take a half-step back will have their both form and spirit extinguished immediately!"

As it turned out, although this Nebula Sword Sect's sword techniques were divine, their Physical Bodies were weak and could not withstand the Law erosion of the Nine Nether Extreme Cold Abyss at all.

To cross the abyss, Gu Chen had actually come up with a cruel method—"human flesh bridge building"!

He forced these Loose Cultivators to leap into the abyss, and at the moment they were frozen into ice sculptures, he used a Formation to connect their frozen corpses, literally paving an ice and snow walkway across the ten-thousand-zhang abyss to the other side!

"Plop! Plop!"

"Ah!! So cold! My Nascent Soul is cracking!! Gu Chen, you will die a miserable death, ahhh!!"

Accompanied by screams of despair, dozens of Soul Transformation Stage Loose Cultivators were kicked down the abyss.

In just a few seconds, they turned into crystal-clear ice sculptures with expressions of extreme terror in mid-air, and then they were firmly fixed in mid-air by the Sect's Formation.

"Too slow! How can this many lives be enough to fill it!"

Gu Chen frowned impatiently.

"Go catch more people from the surroundings! As long as they're alive, throw them all down for me!"

Just then.

A sharp-eyed Sect Elder saw Lin Que standing alone at the edge of the abyss dozens of li away, wearing a worn-out gray cloak.

"Saint, there's a lone Loose Cultivator over there! He doesn't even seem to have any magic power fluctuations; he's probably cannon fodder abandoned by some mercenary group."

The Elder pointed in Lin Que's direction and reported.

"No magic power fluctuations? Perfect, a mortal body will freeze even more solidly when it falls down; it's most suitable to be used as a foundation stone for paving the road."

Gu Chen waved his hand coldly.

"Go, bring him here and make him jump!"

"As you command!"

Two Great Perfection of Spirit Transformation Sword Cultivators sneered, turning into two sharp sword lights and instantly landing in front of Lin Que.

"Kid, consider yourself unlucky. Meeting our Nebula Sword Sect, obediently jump down to be a bridge plank for the Saint, otherwise..."

One Sword Cultivator arrogantly drew his long sword, the tip pointing directly at Lin Que's forehead.

However.

Lin Que kept his hands tucked in his cloak and didn't even give these two pieces of scrap metal a proper look.

His heterochromatic eyes looked deeply at the rolling milky-white ancient cold air down in the abyss.

"I was just worrying that the third aperture of the [Great Desolation Star-Fall Body] didn't have enough energy to break through. This Extreme Cold Origin has arrived just in time."

"What the hell are you muttering about? Can't you understand human speech? Get down there!"

The two Sword Cultivators were furious, raising their swords to stab at Lin Que's shoulders, intending to knock him into the abyss.

Just as the sword tips were about to touch Lin Que's cloak.

Lin Que moved.

He didn't draw a blade, nor did he defend. He casually took a step forward.

"Bang!"

This seemingly light step contained Lin Que's terrifying 52-million-jin physical Extreme Realm!

The ancient rock beneath his feet was instantly crushed into powder.

And those two sword-wielding Sword Cultivators didn't even see how Lin Que attacked; they only felt a tyrannical, star-explosion-like terrifying gravitational force from Lin Que's body crash into their chests!

"Pfft—crack crack!!!"

They didn't even have time to scream.

The two Great Perfection of Spirit Transformation Nebula Sword Cultivators were directly hit by this pure physical pressure, their bones shattered, and like two cannonballs, they were sent flying backward miserably. With two "plops," they were the first to smash into that ten-thousand-zhang abyss for Lin Que!

They instantly turned into two crystal ice sculptures.

"What?!"

Seeing this from a distance, the Nebula Sword Sect Saint Gu Chen's pupils shrunk violently.

"A pure Body Cultivator?! How dare you kill someone from my Nebula Sword Sect, you have some nerve! Deploy the sword Formation and mince him into meat paste for me!"

"Mince me into meat paste? Are you even worthy?"

Lin Que tore off the gray cloak, revealing his fluttering snow-white clothes.

His bright red cape danced wildly in the extreme cold wind behind him. In his deep eyes, the shadows of the hundreds of Sect Cultivators opposite him were reflected, and a playful sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"It's quite cold down in this abyss."

"Since you love freezing people into ice sculptures so much, then today, I shall be merciful..."

Lin Que arrogantly spread his arms.

Without any hesitation, in front of everyone, he took the initiative to leap gallantly into the [Nine Nether Extreme Cold Abyss] that even Void Returning powerhouses didn't dare to touch!

"I invite your entire Sect to take a cold bath together!"

"He's crazy?!! He actually jumped into the Nine Nether Extreme Cold Abyss on his own?!"

Gu Chen was shocked; the cold air down there could freeze even his natal Flying Sword into powder!

"Whoosh-boom—!!!"

The moment Lin Que descended.

The milky-white ancient cold air that had slept for billions of years in the abyss was like a shark smelling blood, crazily sweeping towards him!

That extreme cold, capable of instantly freezing atomic structures, wrapped around Lin Que's entire body without reservation!

"Hiss... this air conditioner is indeed a bit powerful."

Mid-air in the abyss, Lin Que felt his blood flow rate actually experience a slight stagnation.

If it were anyone else, even with a Tyrant Body, their Divine Soul would have been frozen and cracked at this moment.

But what Lin Que feared least was this kind of environmental pressure with lethal attributes!

"System."

"I'll take this extreme cold ancient Origin."

"As for the lethal side effects of 'absolute zero' and 'Divine Soul freezing'..."

Lin Que suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with purple-gold light in the abyss, locking onto the stunned Nebula Sword Sect crowd on the cliff above.

"Compress and package them for me, full power, zero delay!!"

"Airdrop them to that group of sword-wielding idiots up there!!!"

[Ding! side effect transfer system activated!]

[Detected ancient extreme cold debuff: Nine Nether Cold Poison (Divine Soul crystallization, Physical Body absolute zero disintegration, true essence solidification).]

[Locking transfer target: Nebula Sword Sect Saint Gu Chen and all affiliated units (312 people in total)!]

[Logic reconstruction complete! Ignoring spatial distance! Karma lines have been forcibly covered!]

[Refrigeration mode, transfer beginning!!]

Buzz—!!!

Under the System's rogue judgment.

The moment the violent milky-white cold air around Lin Que touched his skin, the "cold poison" sufficient to freeze a person to death was smoothly stripped away!

What remained was only a pure, massive, non-attribute high-dimensional water-element Origin!

"[Blood Scripture]—Extreme Realm Furnace, absorb for me!!!"

Lin Que took a deep breath in mid-air, and that pure ancient Origin was like a white Dragon, crazily pouring into his Dantian!

And on the cliff above.

"Saint! That kid doesn't seem to be frozen... Ugh, ah!! So cold!!!"

A Sect Elder was pointing down the abyss, and before he could finish, he suddenly let out a shrill scream!

He discovered in horror that a thick layer of ghostly blue frost had formed on his eyebrows and hair without any warning!

Not just him!

"Crack! Crack!"

Along the entire cliff edge, over three hundred elite Sword Cultivators of the Nebula Sword Sect felt their Souls being thrown directly into a ten-thousand-year ice cave at the same time!

"What's going on?! How did the cold air from the Extreme Cold Abyss get up here?! Quickly sacrifice your Pure Yang Magic Treasures!!"

Gu Chen was scared out of his wits, Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, as he desperately tried to circulate the true essence in his body.

But to his despair, the true essence in his body had actually completely solidified!

That cold air didn't blow in from the outside at all; it seeped out unreasonably from inside their bodies and from their Karma lines!

"Splat!"

A Soul Transformation Stage Sword Cultivator attempted to escape on his sword, but as soon as he flew up half a meter, his natal Flying Sword was like a fragile popsicle, shattering into a floor of ice shards with a "crack"!

And he himself fell directly from the air, crisply shattering into a floor of crystal-clear blood and flesh ice chunks!

"No!! My Sword Heart!! My Divine Soul is freezing!! What on earth did you do to us!!!"

Gu Chen watched the Elders and Disciples around him turn into ice sculptures that shattered at a touch in despair; his proud Sect Dao Heart completely collapsed at this moment!

He desperately crawled towards the warship he came on, but his legs had already completely turned into transparent ice crystals.

Below the abyss.

Lin Que enjoyed compressing that massive ancient cold air Origin within his body.

Under the stimulation of the cold environment, his blood and Qi were like a volcano about to erupt.

"[Great Desolation Star-Fall Body]—Third aperture, 'Shaohai Lower Aperture', open for me!!!"

Lin Que let out a wild roar that shook the abyss!

52 million jin of blood and Qi Extreme Realm, mixed with the Nine Nether Extreme Cold Origin, brutally crashed open the third hidden aperture on his right arm!

"Boom—!!!!"

A miniature gravitational black hole, deeper than before and radiating a faint cold light, exploded into form on Lin Que's right arm!

[Great Desolation Star-Fall Body] Third Aperture—Lit!

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for absorbing the ancient Nine Nether Origin without damage!]

[Dark Gold Demon God Body has completed extreme cold tempering! Cell density has once again broken through physical limits!]

[Pure physical Extreme Realm strength has surged to—55 million jin!!!]

"Whew..."

Lin Que opened his eyes and comfortably stretched his muscles.

This 55 million jin of strength made him feel that even if a small planet smashed into him now, he could blow it up with one punch.

He looked up towards the cliff above.

The gravity of the abyss was practically non-existent for him now.

Lin Que casually tapped his toe in the void.

"Bang!"

His pure physical mass crushed space, and he was like a bolt of white lightning, calmly leaping onto the opposite cliff (the core area entrance).

He looked back at the path he had come from on the other side.

There.

The over three hundred elites of the Nebula Sword Sect, including that overbearing Saint Gu Chen.

Were now all crystal-clear, lifelike "ice sculptures" with expressions of extreme terror still on their faces.

Blown by the cold wind of the star sea, they stood ironically on the edge of the cliff, becoming a beautiful scenery in this Ancient God Kingdom Cemetery.

"The idea of a human flesh bridge was indeed quite creative."

Lin Que lazily clapped his hands, his heterochromatic eyes flashing with extreme arrogance as he looked at the God Kingdom Core Main Hall ahead, which radiated ancient star core fluctuations.

"You guys just stay here and be signposts."

"The ultimate providence in this God Kingdom..."

"I'm coming to take it!"