The battle within the Beast Taming Sect continues.
However, Lingyun Peak, a million miles away from the Beast Taming Sect, remained peaceful.
Feiyue, dressed in a dazzling red gown, stood alone beneath a cluster of pink and white cherry blossoms, her allure captivating and mesmerizing; a single glance was enough to make one fall for her.
A month passed quietly, and neither Ye Xiruo nor Xiu Qiyu had any news of each other.
Feiyue practices her sword at Lingyun Peak every day, with thousands of cherry blossom petals falling softly, each petal bearing exactly one hundred pinholes.
Aside from daily patrols, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, he also takes care of Fei Yue.
Fei Yue's injuries have largely healed; the pills Ye Xiruo gave her were surprisingly effective. So effective that they even aroused a touch of jealousy in her.
My junior brother's luck is truly enviable.
Feiyue held a delicate crystal glass in her hand, filled with blood-red wine. She hadn't understood why her junior sister loved drinking so much before, but now she seemed to understand a little better.
Mortal wines certainly couldn't get her drunk, but spiritual wines from the cultivation world could.
Feiyue drinks the wine that Natural Night Ruo herself brewed, using it to drown her sorrows.
Suddenly, the crystal glass in Fei Yue's hand slipped limply to the ground and shattered, the red wine staining the ground a bloody color.
Fei Yue seemed oblivious to everything as an extremely cold aura emanated from Xiu Qi Yu's room, freezing everything in its path.
The cold air spread, and the ground was already covered with a thick layer of ice, which continued to spread.
Feiyue stood still, and within two meters of her, the vegetation remained lush and green, unaffected by the ice. Behind her, the cherry blossom tree, protected by a spring-rejuvenating formation, continued to bloom profusely.
From a distance, Xiu Qiyu's room had turned into an ice cave, with an immense and unparalleled energy constantly emanating from it.
This aura belongs to Junior Brother. Could it be that Junior Brother has regained consciousness?
A look of wild joy flashed across Fei Yue's face.
They did not rush to investigate. Their junior brother was at a critical moment, and they prayed to God to protect him and ensure his safety.
Her white hair trailed to the ground, and her silver pupils reflected the swirling snow. Her deep-set face was otherworldly and ethereal, like a true immortal descending to earth.
On Bingying's forehead, a mysterious ice-blue rune shimmered with holy light, adding a touch of mystery and nobility to Xiu Qiyu's face.
Around Xiu Qiyu were small snow-capped mountains that kept collapsing and rebuilding, creating a peculiar atmosphere.
Meanwhile, on the distant Ice Spirit Continent, in a towering, cloud-piercing ice-blue palace, an ice-blue divine stone suddenly burst forth with a bright light.
The light was dazzling, even in daylight.
Everyone on the Ice Spirit Continent seemed to sense something, and they all stepped out of their homes, their faces filled with uncontrollable joy.
They gazed at the icy blue light, embraced each other, and wept with joy.
The ice crystal has lit up, signifying that the Ice Spirit Child has awakened his bloodline, and that their Ice Spirit Clan is about to usher in a new era of glory.
As for the current Ice Emperor, the people of the Ice Spirit Continent have no particular feeling. The bloodline passed down from ancient times clearly tells them that once the Ice Spirit Child is born, he will be the supreme king of their Ice Spirit Clan.
With long silver hair, a wrinkled face, and dressed in pure white, the high priest slowly opened his eyes. In an instant, the entire cold and dark priestly palace was illuminated as bright as day. The high priest's temple, frozen for a hundred years, had all its ice melted in a flash.
Countless priests dressed in sacrificial robes knelt down in unison.
"Congratulations, High Priest."
The high priest slowly stood up, his eyes, vast as the starry sea, looking at the ice crystal in the temple, and a smile appeared on his aged face.
"Someone come here."
"Yes, High Priest."
Where are the Ten Great Sacrifices?
"Disciple is here."
"Come with me to the Imperial Palace."
Unlike the peaceful and serene atmosphere at the temple, a terrible blizzard raged wildly throughout the imperial palace, causing countless magnificent and exquisite palaces to collapse and killing or injuring many palace maids and guards.
The entire imperial palace was like a giant tomb, and no one dared to make a sound.
Ever since the ice crystal glowed, rage instantly consumed Hyotei's mind and body. Why, why did it have to be that bastard?
He painstakingly planned for so many years, only to have it all go to waste and benefit someone else. Which bastard, which bastard, is the true king of the Ice Spirit Clan?
How could I not hate him? If I had known this two years ago, I should have disregarded that mysterious Holy Master and directly killed that bastard.
The wrath of the Ice Emperor was not something an ordinary person could withstand. Beneath the enormous ice crystal throne, countless palace servants and clansmen knelt on the ground. Under the Ice Emperor's powerful pressure, many had already been seriously injured.
"Ice Emperor, you have been rude." The aged high priest's ice-blue scepter emitted a soft light, dispelling the Ice Emperor's oppressive aura.
"Greetings, High Priest."
"You may all leave."
"Yes, High Priest."
"You've come to persuade me?" Hyotei stepped down from the throne, his deep and handsome face now calm.
His entire being was powerful and noble, like a god.
"Chosen One, do you intend to defy the will of Heaven?"
"So what if we defy the heavens? Do you really believe those rumors that we can go back to the past and restore the glory of the Ice Spirit Clan?"
The high priest nodded: "Destiny has allowed my Ice Spirit Clan to survive until now, and you are now to personally destroy the future of the Ice Spirit Clan." A thousand years, he has waited a full thousand years.
The Child of Ice Spirit is the last hope of the Ice Spirit Clan.
"Why wasn't that person me?"
"It is fate. Do you really intend to let the Ice Spirit Clan be wiped out for your own selfish desires?" A breeze, seemingly from nowhere, gently lifted the high priest's snow-white robes. The high priest's expression remained calm, and countless tiny snowflakes rose from his ice-blue staff.
An aura that seemed capable of suppressing one's soul emanated from the two of them, accompanied by countless tiny snowflakes that flickered on and off.
Hyotei and the High Priest have already clashed.
As time went on, Hyotei's expression grew increasingly grim. Why now of all times? Why that good-for-nothing?
Because of the battle between the two supreme experts, the entire Ice Spirit Continent was shrouded in dark clouds, and countless snowflakes fell.
The higher a person's cultivation level, the more intense the fear and surprise in their eyes.
Who else, besides those few in the imperial palace and temples, could influence celestial phenomena with a mere flick of the wrist, whose mood could affect the heavens?
"Don't ask any questions, go back to your rooms and don't come out."
"Yes, Master."
The silent battle in the imperial palace did not last long. Half an hour later, the high priest, whose face looked even older, walked out of the imperial palace step by step.
"Greetings, High Priest."
Wherever he went, everyone knelt down, their eyes filled with expectation and awe.
Compared to Hyotei, the High Priest is their faith.
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