Chapter 897 Father's Love is as Solid as a Mountain (Third Update)

Marquis Xuanping's lips twitched: "Can't be that unlucky? I just dodged an avalanche and now this happens."

The Spirit King's speed had reached its limit, but it had to break through that limit again, or it, its companions, and that human would all perish here.

King Ling gritted his teeth and sped forward against the wind.

The ice on both sides broke first, so it couldn't turn onto the shore from either side and could only forge ahead.

Boom!

The ice beneath the snowmobile finally gave way and cracked completely. Just as the snowmobile was about to fall into the ice hole, the Spirit King suddenly accelerated!

The snowmobile zoomed past!

The Spirit King led the dire wolves in a desperate frantic run, and the ice cracked all the way behind the snow cart!

This is far more dangerous than war. War is about fighting against other people, which is controllable. This is about battling the extreme weather of the entire ice field. If you are not careful, the whole army will be wiped out!

Marquis Xuanping's heart was in his throat. He had never been so thrilled and excited in his life. If it were just a couple more times, his heart would not be able to take it.

Fortunately, they finally made it ashore.

One person and a row of snow wolves were all lying on the snow, panting heavily.

Most of the time, the wolf king will follow its master's commands, but if it encounters danger, it will disobey its master's commands and find its own route.

Marquis Xuanping said with amusement, "Fortunately, it's not a fool, but an experienced wolf king."

He took out some dry rations and food, and filled the stomachs of the dire wolves before continuing his journey.

This time, however, the Spirit King refused to leave no matter what.

Marquis Xuanping stepped off the snow cart and came to the front of the procession, where he inspected King Ling's reins and wolf claws.

Everything is normal.

"King Ling, it's time to set off." Marquis Xuanping patted its powerful back.

King Ling remained unmoved.

After a moment, it circled around a few times, a hint of unease showing in its eyes.

Marquis Xuanping roughly understood that there was another blizzard ahead. In the past, when encountering blizzards, King Ling had always chosen to lead the way around them without showing any unease.

This blizzard is likely to be more severe than expected.

The Spirit King let out a low growl of fear and took a few steps back.

The entire wolf pack sensed the signal from the alpha wolf and became restless.

Finally, King Ling turned around and led the wolf pack back.

The ice layer has broken, making it impossible to travel straight, so we will detour eastward.

In short, we must not make any further rash advances toward the Great Yan.

They had already traveled halfway and had finally made it here. If they turned back to Dark Night Island now, all their efforts would be in vain!

Intuition told Marquis Xuanping that this was his only and last chance to cross the ice plains; if he missed it, he would never be able to leave the ice plains again during the entire winter.

"Remember this: if the Spirit King refuses to lead the way, then there is no way to avoid it. You must not force your way through!"

Chang Ying's words of advice flashed through his mind, and the Marquis of Xuanping's gaze darkened.

Qing'er is still waiting for him to retrieve the purple herb. Even if it means going through fire and water, even if it means going to the underworld, he will definitely make it through!

His gaze fell on the charging direwolf, and after a moment, he drew his longsword.

Go back, direwolves, your mission is complete.

I will walk the rest of the road on my own.

With a swift stroke, he severed the reins on all the dire wolves.

Without needing to carry any weight, the wolf pack dashed off a great distance in an instant.

King Ling stopped in time and turned around to look at Marquis Xuanping.

A blizzard is coming; this human will die.

He sensed the human's kindness, but he had to bring his pack back alive.

Marquis Xuanping grabbed the basket on the snowmobile and resolutely rushed into the approaching blizzard.

...

Marquis Xuanping couldn't remember how many days he had walked through the blizzard. His face had long since lost all feeling, and he could no longer close his mouth. His hands and feet were numb with cold, and his whole body was stiff.

He moved forward step by step like a walking corpse.

His legs went weak, and he stumbled and fell, kneeling on one knee on the ground.

He plunged his long sword into the hard ice with a clang, using it to support his collapsing body.

I can't fall here.

Qing'er is still waiting for him.

He wants to go back.

His palms were cracked from the cold, and when he braced himself against the ice, a shocking bloody handprint was left behind.

His body temperature continued to drop, and he couldn't find a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

He seemed lost; he didn't even know how much longer it would take him to reach the end.

Finally, he collapsed from exhaustion onto the cold, hard ice.

...

When he woke up, the bloodstains that had been winding down his forehead had dried.

He moved his almost petrified body, struggled to his feet, picked up the long knife from the ice, and used it as a crutch to continue toward his destination.

His strength was eventually exhausted, and when a glacier collapsed in front of him, he had no strength left to escape.

His first reaction wasn't to save himself, but to grab the basket off his back and throw it away.

With a deafening roar, he was pinned beneath the glacier!

The basket broke, and the contents tumbled out with a clatter, while the leather covering the small box was also torn open by sharp ice.

A gust of wind blew in.

Marquis Xuanping's expression changed, and his voice became hoarse, barely able to utter a sound: "No—"

thump!

The leather was blown open by the wind, and the small box fell into the cracked ice hole.

The small box drifted away with the current under the ice.

A surge of immense grief welled up in the Marquis of Xuanping's heart. He raised his hand and forcefully pushed away the glacier pressing down on him.

His dantian was damaged, and he could not exert any internal force.

His fingers were clawed until they were bloody and raw, but he couldn't budge the glacier on his body even an inch.

"Don't go...don't go..."

He watched the small box gradually drift away beneath the ice, so anxious that the blood vessels in his eyes burst open one by one.

What floated away beneath the ice wasn't just a small box, but his son's life!

"ah--"

He let out a roar of anger and compassion, and with the power of his life, pushed the glaciers off his body.

Boom!

While he was pushing the glacier on his side, he increased the pressure on the other side of the glacier, causing the ice on the lake surface to crack!

A series of small, broken ice chunks fell into the ice hole, flowed downstream, and crashed into the small box, pushing it further and further away.

If this continues, he will lose it—

Looking at the gray sky, Marquis Xuanping felt a deep sense of despair.

He is not afraid of death.

He was afraid that if he died, no one would be able to bring the purple gromwell back...

Why did you do this to him?

He failed to save Qing'er twenty years ago, will he fail again this time?

He turned to look for the small box under the ice, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a tall figure in the biting wind and snow.

Is it just my imagination?

How come there's someone here?

The other person walked towards him step by step.

It was a man covered in thick fur, wearing a fox fur cloak, the hood of which concealed his face.

A chilling longsword hung at his waist, perfectly complementing his aloof and solitary aura.

Beside him was an ice wolf, just like the Spirit King.

When he got closer, Marquis Xuanping finally recognized him.

"Long Yi?"

Here it is at midnight, love you all~

(End of this chapter)