513: When the name was bestowed and the person returned, it was to the northernmost region of the world.

The phantom of Ao Cang's nine heads flashed and vanished behind him, his eyes filled with shock. Yan Xi's beautiful eyes were filled with a brilliant light.

"Clan Chief, this child... his future is limitless!"

A gratified smile finally appeared at the corner of Di Shenglong's mouth as he stepped into the room.

Inside the room, a woman of the Di Clan, her face slightly weary but brimming with happiness and a sacred radiance, was holding a swaddled infant.

The infant in the swaddle had skin like jade, emitting a shimmering precious light. At the center of his brow, a profound golden mark of time and space loomed faintly.

Most striking of all was the center of the infant's small back, where a newly formed Time-Space Immortal Bone was emitting a soft yet majestic halo of Chaos through his thin clothing, causing the surrounding space to warp slightly due to its presence.

Di Shenglong extended his index finger, its tip swirling with a hint of Source Return Power that encompassed all things and nurtured all life, and lightly tapped the infant's brow.

That golden mark suddenly lit up, then slowly faded away.

"Born into the Di Clan, inheriting my Bloodline, and mastering the secrets of time and space, I bestow upon you the name—Di Guishi."

Di Shenglong's voice was gentle yet carried supreme majesty, like a decree of the Great Dao, branding itself deep within the infant's ignorant Divine Soul.

"Enter the Saint Lineage, and enjoy the Family's fortune."

"Thank you, Clan Chief, for bestowing the name!" The woman on the bed was incredibly excited and was about to salute while holding the infant.

"Rest well. As for the resources Return Time requires, there shall be no limit on their use."

Di Shenglong nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the infant's Immortal Bone that had triggered the heavenly phenomena, a profound light flashing in his eyes.

The Di Clan has added another peerless True Dragon!

The news spread through the entire Di Clan like a hurricane.

The Saint Lineage has gained another Immortal Bone Prodigy!

The name Di Guishi, accompanied by that world-shaking phenomenon, was deeply branded into the heart of every Di Clan Member, sparking endless excitement and anticipation.

Spirit Ruins Continent.

In a desolate ruin, a faint Evil Qi and a cold wind swirled among the broken walls and debris.

Di Juetian, a member of the Godfall Di Clan, about thirty years old with a cultivation at the Heaven-Reaching Realm Third Layer, was currently training here.

He had a lean and powerful build, a resolute face, and eyes that carried the unique sharpness of the Di Clan Members.

Several people followed behind him; these were individuals he had met during his journey, and they had formed a team together.

"Brother Juetian, we've checked this side. Aside from some broken weapons and withered bones, there's nothing special."

A young man wiped away some sweat, pointing toward a weathered megalithic formation ahead.

Di Juetian nodded, his gaze sweeping across the deathly silent ruins.

"Let's go. We'll check somewhere else."

The group carefully crossed the megalithic formation and arrived before an ancient stone hall half-buried in the yellow sand.

The stone hall's main gates had long since decayed and collapsed, revealing the deep, dark space within.

The hall was empty, its floor covered in thick dust, except for the center where a circular platform stood, constructed from some unknown black stone and covered in blurred, twisted runes.

In the center of the platform, several crystals that had long since lost their luster and were covered in cracks were embedded, forming an incomplete pattern.

"What is this thing? An altar?" A young man leaned in curiously, tapping the edge of the platform with the scabbard of his long saber.

"Don't touch anything!"

Di Juetian instinctively felt a hint of unease; the runes on this platform gave him an extremely ancient and dangerous feeling.

However, his warning was a step too late.

Buzz!

The moment the scabbard touched the platform, one of those dim and broken crystals actually flickered in an extremely eerie manner!

A weak yet incredibly pure spatial fluctuation suddenly rippled out from the center of that incomplete pattern!

"Not good! Retreat!" Di Juetian's pupils constricted as he shouted sharply. At the same time, the Spiritual Qi in his body erupted frantically as he retreated at high speed!

However, it was too late!

The incomplete pattern on the platform suddenly lit up with a blinding, ghastly white light, forming a vortex that spiraled inward frantically!

An irresistible and terrifying suction force descended instantly!

"Ah—!"

"Brother Juetian!"

The several people closest to it only had time to let out terrified screams before being instantly swallowed by that ghastly white spatial vortex, leaving not a single trace behind.

Di Juetian's eyes were nearly bursting out of their sockets. Being slightly further away, he put everything he had into resisting that terrifying suction, his internal Spiritual Qi pouring out like an opened dam to form layers of shields in front of him.

However, that suction force far exceeded the resistance limit of the Heaven-Reaching Realm! The shields shattered one after another like they were made of paper!

"Damn it!" A hint of despair and indignation flashed in Di Juetian's eyes.

At the very last moment before he was swallowed, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a broken stone tablet half-hidden by dust at the edge of the platform, with two blurred characters carved in some extremely ancient script—Bei Xu.

In the next moment, his world spun!

Di Juetian's consciousness fell into a bizarre and chaotic state. In his ears were the piercing shrieks of space being violently torn apart and the roar of endless astral winds! He could only rely on instinct to desperately protect his heart and head.

An unknown amount of time passed; perhaps it was an instant, perhaps an eternity.

"Bang!"

A dull, heavy thud, accompanied by bone-chilling cold and intense pain, forcibly pulled Di Juetian's nearly scattered consciousness back to reality.

He fell heavily onto a hard, cold object. Every bone in his body felt as if it had fallen apart, his internal organs were in turmoil, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which bloomed like striking red plum blossoms on the pure white ice beneath him.

The cold wind was like a whip wrapped in ice blades, lashing him fiercely and instantly stripping away a large amount of his body heat.

Di Juetian struggled to lift his head. The sight that met his eyes made him instantly forget the pain, leaving only boundless shock and confusion.

Goose-feather snow fell silently. He was in the middle of a vast, boundless ice field. As far as his eyes could see, there were only undulating, majestic ice mountains like the backs of giant dragons, and glaciers so unimaginably massive they shimmered with a ghostly blue cold light.

The extreme cold seemed capable of freezing the Soul, and the air was filled with pure ice-attribute Spiritual Qi that carried an air of deathly silence.

"This... where is this?"

Di Juetian's teeth chattered as he struggled to crawl up, only to find his limbs stiff and numb.

He looked down beneath him. That wasn't ordinary ice and snow, but Ten-Thousand-Year profound ice that was harder than fine steel!

Beneath the ice's surface, the blurred outlines of some massive creatures seemed to be frozen, emitting an ancient and terrifying aura.

He looked around; aside from the wind, snow, and ice mountains, there was nothing else.

Desolate, deathly silent, and bone-chillingly cold.

"Bei... Xu..."

The ancient characters from that broken tablet flashed through Di Juetian's mind. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, even colder than this Ten-Thousand-Year profound ice.

"That ruin... actually leads here? The Northern Region... Bei Xu?!"

He had vaguely seen snippets about the Northern Region's forbidden land, "Bei Xu," in his Family's ancient records—it was a permafrost domain of death that even Saints were unwilling to step into lightly!

Just as his mind was reeling in shock, another change occurred!

Rumble—!

The space behind him suddenly began to warp and vibrate violently like boiling water! A spatial fluctuation a thousand times more terrifying than that broken Teleportation Array, carrying a destructive pressure, suddenly erupted from the center of that distortion like an invisible tsunami!

Wherever the spatial shockwave passed, the hard Ten-Thousand-Year profound ice was silently annihilated like a sandcastle!

Massive, bottomless cracks with edges flickering with unstable spatial turbulence spread out instantly like ugly scars, swallowing Di Juetian in an instant!

He only had time to use his remaining Spiritual Qi to protect his body before being swept into it by this world-destroying spatial storm, his figure disappearing into the depths of the frantically raging spatial turbulence and blizzard.

The violent spatial shockwave did not stop; instead, it grew more intense, churning the time-space structure of the entire Bei Xu.