585: Extreme Cold Continent

Di Yushan's muscles were knotted all over his body, and his skin shimmered with a heavy, earthy-yellow luster like a rock, blocking the front like a humanoid fortress.

In the murky Evil Qi ahead, a pale tide of bones surged forth! These were low-level cannon fodder driven by the Netherbone Royal Clan, a sea of skeletons composed of countless broken bones. Although their individual strength was not great, their numbers were overwhelming, enough to submerge everything.

"Hmph, mere clay chickens and pottery dogs!"

Purple fire flared in Di Yanfeng's eyes as he slammed his hands onto the ground, "Purple Qilin Sea of Fire!"

Boom! A vast expanse of purple demon fire centered on him, spreading violently forward in a fan shape, instantly swallowing the sea of skeletons at the very front and burning them into bone meal and ash.

Di Liuying's figure flickered through the shadows, each appearance precisely harvesting the wraiths interspersed within the bone tide that attempted to launch sneak attacks.

Di Lingyun's water ribbons transformed into a tough barrier, slowing down the advance of the bone tide.

Di Xuanfeng turned into a ghost of the battlefield, relying on his extreme speed and the spatial secret technique, Overlapping Void Phantom Steps, to constantly provide support everywhere and kill troublesome Netherworld Creatures.

Di Yushan remained as immovable as a reef, allowing the bone tide to crash against him. The Rock Spirit Body granted him terrifying defensive power; occasionally, attacks from fish that slipped through the net landed on him, only producing the dull sound of clashing metal and stone.

He suddenly threw a punch, and the earthy-yellow fist qi transformed into a massive stone spike, clearing a large area in front of him!

"Exhilarating!"

Di Yushan laughed heartily with high Battle Intent. Di Yanfeng controlled the purple fire like a fire god descended to earth, Di Lingyun's water ribbons were agile and resilient, Di Liuying's assassinations were elusive, and Di Xuanfeng's speed and spatial control were dazzling.

These young prodigies of the Godfall Di Clan were rapidly growing in this cruel ancient battlefield, using the beings of the Netherworld Realm as their whetstones.

Their names, accompanied by one clean and efficient victory after another, rose like stars in Zhenyuan City, their fame unmatched for a time.

Northern Region, the former site of the Hanming Sacred Sect.

The cold wind swirled with Ice Snow, whistling and circling over the ruins of the once glorious Sect, letting out a wailing cry.

The broken walls and ruined pillars were covered in thick Ice Snow, with only a few broken, massive ice pillars slanted into the ground, leaving behind some traces of the former Holy Land and telling the tale of the tragic Sect-destroying war that had occurred not long ago.

A figure, like a ghost of Ice Snow, appeared silently at the core of these deathly silent ruins.

It was Di Juetian.

He was dressed in black robes, almost merging with the surrounding shadows. His Aura was even more restrained than before, and it was also more bone-chillingly cold.

He slowly walked past the collapsed halls, with frozen blood and fragments of broken Magic Treasures beneath his feet.

The air still held the chaotic fluctuations left behind by the collision of violent ice-attribute spiritual power.

"Heh..." A very faint cold laugh escaped from Di Juetian's lips, breaking the deathly silence of the ruins.

There was not a hint of sympathy in that laughter, only cold mockery and a trace of... wanting more.

"Profound Ice Divine Palace... they certainly moved fast enough."

He crouched down, his slender fingers brushing over the deep claw marks on a broken ice pillar. The cold air swirling around his fingertips caused the surrounding air to condense into ice crystals.

"Borrowing a knife to kill, but the knife was a bit too fast."

He had originally wanted to watch the Hanming Sacred Sect be torn apart bit by bit in despair, and watch Han Qianshan go completely insane amidst the torment of losing his son and the destruction of his Sect.

Unfortunately, the Profound Ice Divine Palace joined forces with another Holy Land and the traitors of the Hanming Sacred Sect to end this game with thunderous force.

"No matter," he whispered to himself, his voice dissipating in the cold wind.

"The Hanming Sacred Sect is destroyed... so, next is to Cultivate properly. My Extreme Cold Ice God Body is uniquely endowed in the Northern Region; I am in no hurry to return to the Eastern Region."

Before his voice had even faded, his figure rippled like water and vanished from the spot, leaving only the biting cold wind of the Northern Region to blow endlessly over the ruins of the Hanming Sacred Sect, swirling up fine ice dust as if mourning the end of an era and foreshadowing an even more deadly storm quietly brewing.

The Northern Region, the northernmost land.

The biting cold wind was like billions of poison-tipped ice needles, penetrating the protective astral essence and stabbing straight into the bone marrow.

Di Juetian mingled among the crowd of Loose Cultivators, silver-blue profound patterns appearing faintly beneath his skin, silently devouring and refining the encroaching extreme cold power.

Before him was a wasteland eternally frozen in ice. At its end stood a massive ice stele that reached from heaven to earth, the gateway to the Extreme Cold Continent.

The Extreme Cold Continent is a special continent independent of the Northern Region, existing within a special space.

The Extreme Cold Continent opens once every hundred years. Inside, there are many Heaven And Earth Treasures, among which the Ice Snow Lotus is produced in abundance. The Ice Snow Lotus is a rare ice-attribute Heaven And Earth Treasure that can be used to improve one's cultivation.

However, obtaining the Ice Snow Lotus is not that easy because the Extreme Cold Continent has natives who are very hostile toward outsiders. Therefore, not even one in ten Cultivators who enter the Extreme Cold Continent survives, as those natives are extremely powerful.

The ice stele was over a thousand zhang high, its entire body as transparent as the purest crystal, yet its surface was covered with countless ancient and profound silver runes, emitting a terrifying chill that seemed to freeze time and space.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators gathered here, their voices a cacophony, yet they were all suppressed by the cold Aura and spatial anomalies that felt like a vast heavenly might.

Among these Cultivators were not only young prodigies but also elder powerhouses of the Venerable Realm. The strongest among them had reached the Heavenly Venerable Realm, as powerhouses of the Saint Domain Realm are unable to enter.

"The Extreme Cold Continent, which opens once a century... Rumor has it that the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Snow Lotus inside can help one break through the Saint Domain Barrier. I wonder if it's true."

An old man with white hair and beard, wrapped in thick profound ice marten fur, spoke with a trembling voice, yet his eyes burned with the flames of greed.

His Aura was profound; he was impressively a master of the third-level Earth Venerable Realm.

"Hmph, old ghost, wait until you have the life to take it! Didn't you see that those Heavenly Venerable Realm powerhouses have all come?" A burly man with a hideous scar on his face puckered his lips, his tone wary.

This opening of the extreme cold land included not only Northern Region giants like the ancient Yuwen Family but also many other famous forces and Loose Cultivator powerhouses from the Northern Region.

Di Juetian was like an inconspicuous pebble, hidden in a corner of the crowd of Loose Cultivators, his Aura completely withdrawn.

He calmly scanned those prodigies and powerhouses with their resplendent Auras. Deep within his silver-blue pupils, cold calculations flowed slowly like undercurrents beneath ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.

Names, corresponding faces, and Auras flashed rapidly through his mind.

At that moment, the massive ice stele suddenly shook!

Buzz—!

The silver runes flowing on the stele suddenly erupted with blinding light, transforming into thick silver pillars of light that soared into the sky.

The distorted spatial fissures around the stele seemed to be drawn in, instantly expanding and stabilizing to form dozens of circular channels, each about a zhang in diameter, with edges flickering with unstable silver light!

Inside the channels was an even purer, more deathly silent extreme cold white light, as if connecting to the end of the Ice Age.

"The entrance is open!" someone shouted.

The crowd instantly boiled! The groups of Cultivators closest to the entrance, mostly Loose Cultivators and those from small forces, could no longer hold back. They turned into streaks of light, scrambling to rush into those space channels.

"Quick! Get in first and seize the initiative!"

"The Ice Snow Lotus is mine!"

"Move!"

The scene instantly became chaotic, with Spiritual Qi colliding and angry curses and shouts echoing incessantly.

Some even sacrificed their Magic Treasures and began fighting on the spot to compete for a position at a channel entrance, with ice shards and bloody light splashing at the entryway.

Di Juetian was in no hurry to move.

He patiently observed the chaos at the entrance until most of the organized forces had entered and the Loose Cultivators had mostly rushed in. Only when the flow of people at the entrance began to thin did he leisurely start to walk forward.