Chapter 1224 Three Days Later

He didn't say the rest of the words, but the murderous intent and determination to perish together were more powerful than any words.

The air in the entire hall seemed to be burning and distorted by his emotions, colliding violently with Su Qingyue's icy field, making a slight crackling sound.

There was no ripple in Su Qingyue's ice-blue eyes, as if Di Xuanming's rage that was enough to burn the stars was just a breeze blowing across the ice surface.

She just nodded slightly, and the "Xuanyuan Order" that exuded eternal chill turned into a stream of faint blue light, floating precisely in front of Luo Li.

"Take the order and go to the outer entrance of the Frozen Throne. No one will be waited for after the time limit." Her voice was still cold, as if she was reading out a cold law.

After saying that, Su Qingyue didn't even look at anyone in the hall, including Su Qingjue and the other two who had complicated expressions and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Her white figure and the vast icy area rippled silently like water waves, becoming blurry and transparent in an instant, and finally disappeared completely on the spot, leaving only the bone-chilling chill in the air that had not yet dissipated.

No goodbyes, no extra explanations, coming and going like an icy wind.

"Lady Saint!" Su Qingjue called out in a low voice, and quickly bowed towards the place where she disappeared.

The two elders behind him also quickly bowed their heads, their respectful postures tinged with a barely perceptible fear.

Su Qingjue stood up and looked at Luo Li and Di Xuanming. He forced a wry smile on his face, which was filled with deep fatigue. "Lord Luo, Young Master Di, the Saint has made a promise and will definitely fulfill it in three days. This Xuanyuan Order is the only certificate to enter the core forbidden area. Please keep it safe."

He paused, his tone earnest, "The Soul Condensing Abyss is a special environment, and it places strict demands on the soul. Young Master Di, please be sure to control your emotions to avoid any accidents."

His eyes fell on Di Xuanming, full of worry.

He had witnessed the horror of the Soul Condensing Abyss with his own eyes, and he was well aware of the disastrous consequences that would result if the violent power in Emperor Xuanming's body got out of control in that environment.

Di Xuanming pursed his lips tightly and did not respond, but stared coldly at the dark blue token floating in front of Luo Li.

That token was his only key to his mother.

Luo Li stretched out her hand, and a gentle soul power supported the cold Xuanyuan Order.

The moment she touched it, an extreme coldness that seemed to be able to freeze the essence of the soul and even solidify time spread up along her fingertips. If she had not been prepared and used her divine power to protect her heart meridians, she would probably be frostbitten in an instant.

Inside the token, the blue eternal cold flame burned quietly, emitting an ancient and majestic aura.

"Don't worry, Envoy Su. We'll handle this properly." Luo Li's voice was calm and composed. She placed the token in a specially crafted cold jade box, isolating it from the terrifying chill. "Meet us at the outer entrance of the Frozen Throne in three days."

When Su Qingjue saw Luo Li accept the token, he felt relieved and knew that there was no turning back.

He bowed again and said, "In that case, we will return to our clan to report. We will be waiting for you two in three days."

After saying this, he and the two elders disappeared in a ripple of space.

In the hall, only Luo Li, Di Xuanming, Xuan Ye, Bai Ze and Xing Yi were left.

The suffocating pressure from the Holy Lord and the icy domain dissipated, but the atmosphere did not become much more relaxed. Instead, it became more solemn.

"Hehe, you are really putting on airs." Xuan Ye sneered and broke the silence.

He walked to Luo Li's side, his eyes swept over the cold jade box, "The coldness on this token is interesting. It seems that the Soul Condensing Abyss is indeed not a good place. Boy,"

He looked at Di Xuanming, his eyes filled with a hint of amusement and scrutiny. "Where your mother is staying is probably a thousand times colder than an ice cave. With your fiery temper, wouldn't you burn away the remnant of your mother's soul if you went in there?"

Yes, the Soul Condensing Abyss and the Mysterious Ice Soul Warming...

The mother is a fragile remnant soul. His rage that can burn the sky and boil the sea, his uncontrolled blood power and violent soul power are the most deadly poison in that extremely cold and gloomy environment that requires absolute stability.

"I..." Di Xuanming's throat rolled and he uttered a word hoarsely, but he could not say any more.

He closed his eyes in pain, clenched his hands into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, blood seeped out from between his fingers, dripped onto the ground, and instantly solidified into red ice beads.

A huge feeling of powerlessness gripped him, and even getting close to his mother might hurt her.

Luo Li felt a pain in her heart when she saw Di Xuanming struggling in pain.

She walked over to him and placed her cold hand over his clenched, bloody fist again.

This time, she did not try to calm his anger, but slowly channeled a purer and tougher chaotic force into him, like a warm stream, enveloping his boiling and burning soul.

She whispered, "Ah Ming, you used to be the calmest person. Even if the feeling of your bloodline power activating now makes you irritable, don't let it affect your mood."

The two words "once upon a time" are like a key that pries open the floodgates of memory frozen by rage and despair.

The Emperor Xuanming who had once struggled to survive in the dark abyss, taking every step carefully and enduring in silence;

Emperor Xuanming, who could always find a glimmer of hope with his almost cold rationality no matter what desperate situation he faced.

That him, seemed to be casting a scrutinizing gaze at him across the raging flames of awakened blood, across the overwhelming hatred and longing.

A sharp pain, worse than the backlash of blood, pierced into his soul.

It is not physical pain, but shame and vigilance towards "losing control" itself.

Was he being controlled by power itself? Was he being consumed by his emotions?

The power of chaos that Luo Li crossed over was warm and tenacious. It did not forcibly suppress the ice and fire power surging in his body. Instead, it was like the most gentle net, wrapping and combing them.

That power carried her unique aura, as if re-anchoring his coordinates in the violent and chaotic universe, making his raging heartbeat be grasped by an invisible hand in an instant, and then slowly released.

The blood-red flames in Emperor Xuanming's eyes jumped violently, like a candle in the wind, struggling to reignite the fire, but were pressed back inch by inch by the silent power.

It was not extinguished, but forcibly suppressed.

His clenched fists made a crackling sound from the excessive force on his knuckles, but the wound on his palm no longer oozed blood.

The dripping blood seemed to be soothed by Luo Li's power and his brutality.

He gritted his teeth, and even a faint smell of blood wafted between his teeth. His body trembled slightly due to extreme restraint.

"Calm down," he said in hoarse and broken syllables from the depths of his throat, "...need...calm down..."

He forced himself to feel the power that Luo Li brought in, to capture the all-embracing tranquility brought by the origin of chaos.

It felt like finally touching an indestructible reef in the endless dark storm.

He tried, with great difficulty, to put all his anger, questioning, unwillingness, and longing...

These intense emotions that were about to tear him apart, bit by bit, he used all his strength to press down on the core of the chaotic power and sank down.

The hall was dead silent, with only the heavy breathing of Emperor Xuanming as the sound.

Xuan Ye put away the usual playful expression on his face, and a barely perceptible solemnity and a trace of imperceptible approval flashed across his dark eyes.

His body, leaning against the temple pillar, tensed a little, his eyes fixed sharply on Di Xuanming.

Bai Ze and Xing Yi held their breath. Xing Yi's small hands tightly grasped the corner of Bai Ze's clothes, with a hint of nervousness in her clear eyes.

Bai Ze had a solemn expression on his face. He could clearly sense how the two completely opposite yet coexisting forces within Di Xuanming's body were undergoing a dangerous fusion under Luo Li's guidance.

The power of chaos actually showed signs of reconciling the incompatible situation of ice and fire.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe only a few breaths, or maybe as long as a century.

Di Xuanming's violently trembling body finally calmed down.

The red in his eyes had not completely faded, but it was no longer the out-of-control madness from before. Instead, it had settled down and was firmly locked by a layer of icy rationality.

He took a deep breath, the breath carried a residual heat, but no longer had the brutality to burn everything.

He slowly loosened his clenched fist. The wound on his palm pierced by his nails was healing rapidly under the power of Luo Li, leaving only a few shallow dark red marks.

He raised his head and looked at Luo Li again.

"...I understand." His voice was still hoarse, but he had regained the coldness and restraint that belonged to Di Xuanming.

He turned around and tightly grasped Luo Li's slightly cold hand that was covering the back of his hand.

It is no longer a search for comfort, but a silent commitment and transmission of strength.

"Ari, don't worry. I will control it."

Luo Li felt the power coming from his palm, which was still hot but no longer violent, as well as the forced concentration of his will. She felt a little relieved, but the worry in her eyes had not completely dissipated.

She knew that this was only temporary suppression, and if she wanted to completely get rid of it, she had to wait until his bloodline was fully awakened.

Xuan Ye looked at this scene, and the corners of his lips curled up again in that signature evil arc, but there was an indescribable deep meaning in the depths of his eyes.

He spoke lazily, breaking the silence. "Tsk, finally looking good. Boy, remember how you feel now. Three days from now, in that damn place, if you let this energy out, you won't be able to see your mother. I'm afraid you'll freeze into an ice sculpture, and you'll also implicate the person next to you."

He glanced at Luo Li meaningfully.

Emperor Xuanming ignored Xuan Ye's teasing. All his will was focused on the word "control".

He slowly withdrew his hand and turned his gaze to Luo Li's hand.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only an almost cold calmness in the depths of those eyes that were filled with dark red flames.

"Three days later... Soul Condensing Abyss."

He murmured the name, as if savoring the taste of some kind of fate.

This time, there will be no loss of control. He must become the master of power instead of being controlled by this strange bloodline power.

Three days later.

Following Xuanyuan Ling, Luo Li and Di Xuanming arrived at the entrance to the outer realm of the Frozen Throne.