Chapter 969: Chapter 969
Chapter 969: Chapter 130: North Continent’s Great Cold Accumulated Over 20 Years (Part 2)
“Everyone, you’ve worked hard.”
“Leave the rest to me.”
After the Empress’s true form descended upon the Duolu River Disaster Realm, the first thing she did was to shout to the entire disaster realm using her spiritual power!
No sound could be more reassuring at this moment than the Empress’s voice— ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI[F]ire.net
The North Continent Transcendents fighting in the first half of the river were stunned, then showed expressions of excitement!
And those frenzied bone-winged creatures began to retreat upon hearing this voice!
They were originally fearless “Deadpool”.
But now… they were actually turning around, surging back toward the [Gate].
The high-level beings in charge knew that once the Divine Throne appeared, the battle was no longer within their control…
The Empress lifted her hand and delivered a punch!
The wind and snow of the Melting Furnace Divine Domain instantly covered the entire Nether River!
The powerful force that suppressed Gu Shen and Mu Wanqiu at this moment was directly dissolved and disintegrated!
With one punch, it created a kilometer-long wave of sonic booms!
This was the first time Mu Wanqiu had ever seen a truly significant “Divine War”.
She widened her eyes, in disbelief, at the extremely shocking and magnificent scene before her.
Mu Wanqiu slightly turned her head, looking at Gu Shen, unable to speak.
At this moment, she finally knew that what Gu Shen said earlier was the truth—
If the goal was simply to “create chaos,” then the turmoil stirred by the traveler was nothing, any Great Success Divine Throne with refined firepower could destroy a city in a short time.
With a snap of the fingers, everything within a few miles turned to ash!
And they were currently at the center of the “Divine War” battlefield, with endless waves rolling over instantly. The two were protected by the Melting Furnace, their spirits and bodies excellently shielded, but the intense blasting sound still made the Spirit Sea surge.
Mu Wanqiu’s Heart Lake was in turmoil.
Witnessing a “Divine War” was a great fortune, yet not all of it was fortunate. In some sense, it was also a “tempering”.
Taboo existence, beyond sight.
Unless it truly shows its power before you—
After a series of upheavals in the Nether River, Mu Wanqiu’s spirit had been exhausted, but she endured the discomfort to watch this peak showdown, her Spirit Sea surging.
She knew this could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
She would regret it for the rest of her life.
But… her spirit was nearing exhaustion.
“Relax, don’t force yourself to remember.”
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded.
A hand lightly hovered over Mu Wanqiu’s shoulder without direct contact.
Gu Shen calmly said, “The battle between Divine Thrones, even if you watch, you won’t remember it now, just let your eyes feast… during this time, I’ll use ‘Chi Huo’ to stabilize your spirit.”
Mu Wanqiu was stunned.
Being inherently rebellious, if she usually heard such words of guidance from a peer, she would resist and ignore it. But now, she subconsciously responded.
Gu Shen gave her an unprecedented sense of trust.
In the Netherworld Palace, Gu Shen saved her once.
Just now, once again.
And there was the previous confusion at the “end of the Nether River”, even though she didn’t know what happened, Mu Wanqiu vaguely felt that it wasn’t her epiphany, probably Gu Shen secretly helped, using “Chi Huo” to assist her…
For some reason, she no longer held much expectation for the mysterious “Netherworld King”.
On the contrary, she felt more connected to Gu Shen.
Why is that… she wondered?
Thinking about this, Mu Wanqiu shuddered, quickly shaking her head, harshly scolding herself mentally for being foolish. How could she be distracted by such useless thoughts in this once-in-a-lifetime “Divine War”?!
The traveler roared angrily.
His pressing palm was astonishingly shaken open by the Empress’s punch!
The “firepower” embedded in his forehead burst into dazzling brilliance, almost filling the entire sky above the Nether River, the giant’s long roar vibrating the Heavenly Cloud.
He lifted his hands and forcibly clapped them together—
As if swatting a mosquito!
The Nether River churned violently, torn to pieces by two massive gusts of wind!
Under normal circumstances, facing such a world-destroying “clap”, anyone would choose to evade…
But the Empress didn’t move an inch.
The snowstorm around her merely swirled into a divine domain about ten meters wide.
A clear metallic clash exploded in the traveler’s palm, a strand of silver scorching light burst forth, though this slap indeed landed on the Empress, it only scattered a sky full of silver light, completely failing to shatter the divine domain!
The Empress suddenly lunged forward.
Her flying skirts, like a spray of sharp swords, blossomed into dazzling cold lights in the snowstorm. In just an instant, she directly pierced through the “traveler’s” shoulder, bringing forth a splash of blood.
The giant felt no pain, reaching out his palm to chase that strand of silver light.
The traveler’s speed, seemingly “slow,” was actually incredibly fast. That towering hand that descended took only a second; escaping was simply impossible… Yet, to the Empress, his speed truly appeared “slow” to the extreme.
Sivler lights filled the sky, surrounding the traveler.
The Empress pointed, forming a sword with her finger.
The “Wind Snow” inside the furnace, accompanied by her gesture, spewed out a wave of cold air, and in an instant, thousands of small swords were already hovering around the giant’s body.
With a wave of the hand from the woman within the wind and snow.
Three thousand strands of sword qi burst forth simultaneously, like silver threads pulling, tearing out strand after strand of scarlet above the Nether River.
The “traveler” who attempted to grasp the Empress snarled in frustration, and just as he began to turn around, he was bound by countless threads, his balance disrupted, crashing heavily to the ground!
But that was not the end.
The number of small swords in the air was still increasing, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions…
Tens of millions, perhaps more.
The number now was no longer important.
This was the “Great Cold” accumulated over twenty years in the North Continent Territory. Every time the furnace burst forth heat, sending warmth to the citizens of Central City, a strand of frost would drift into the attic, silently absorbed by her, accumulating over twenty years, all erupting at this moment!
Thousands of threads of silver light fell like a galactic river, crashing down on the traveler, engulfing him.
Roaring sounds shattered the gray sky.
The dazzling sword light dyed the entire Duolu River Disaster Realm into daylight.
The Empress watched all this expressionlessly.
At the same time, she glanced up at the sky above the Duolu River Disaster Realm.
She knew that the highest council was watching this battle through the Divine Mirror of the “Sky Divine Throne.”
The conference room was indeed watching the battle, even Bai Shu was there.
However, those three truly concerned with the Divine War did not look relaxed, each frowning.
“She hid her strength…”
Storm watched the scene of the traveler falling to the ground, deep in thought.
“The frost accumulated in the furnace over twenty years, waiting for such an eruption; not stepping out of the attic was to avoid revealing the secret… She endured for twenty years—young lady Lin’s scheming is something even I fear.”
Light sighed softly, speaking with a complex expression: “So, all these years, what she has been waiting for as furnace fuel was indeed this.”
Storm was momentarily stunned, then understood what Light meant.
“The fuel for the furnace is the ‘traveler.’
With squinted eyes, Sky said slowly with a sardonic smile, “I see, interesting… So, did she foresee the outcome that awaits this Duolu River Disaster Realm from the start?”
With this statement, the gods fell silent.
They possess different firepower, enjoying the worship of numerous Believers, each with “Mirror Vision,” “Library,” “Divine Prayer,” and other such miraculous powers, but there was no foresight of the arrival of the Eighth Divine Seat.
The only one who took action was Light.
Looking back now, the failure to descend was a conclusion foreordained.
The Empress knew the composition of the Duolu River’s power and realized that a passage merely built by the Blessed Son would not suffice to allow the true body of the Divine Throne to enter, so at that time… she didn’t even leave the attic, using “Light’s” Divine Power in the process, incidentally impacting and weakening the Black Snow Mountain’s seal.
This was a game of chess.
Yet the true strategist was the Empress alone.
She held everything firmly in her grasp… and the image projected by the Sky Divine Mirror dispelled any thought of the three gods entering the disaster realm. The Beizhou Empress’s power was still at its peak. The two-year closure of the attic was to absorb the frosty cold of the North Continent Territory to the fullest, in order to unleash it thoroughly in this Divine War. Entering the disaster realm now would undoubtedly make one the second target.
“The firepower this young girl inherited is ‘War and Wisdom.'”
Light’s voice carried an ancient weight, and he stood up, asking quietly: “Gentlemen, is there any need to keep watching?”
Bai Shu was seated in the farthest corner.
He was the first to speak, chuckling with a certain schadenfreude, then severed the connection, disappearing silently from the conference room.
“This round is already over.”
Storm spoke softly: “Let’s wait for the next one.”
With that, he also severed the connection.
Only two people remained in the conference room. Light shook his head, dissipating into countless wisps of blazing smoke, while Sky put away the Divine Mirror, silently ending the emergency meeting.
The feeling of being “watched” slowly disappeared.
She knew that those three guys in the conference room had most likely given up by now.
Next, there would only be one trouble left.
She lowered her head, gazing coldly at the “big guy” she had completely grasped in her palm. Under the hammering draped in numerous sword qi, the traveler still survived. In fact, he hadn’t even suffered any truly mortal wounds; his skin shattered, regenerated—the essential skill for survival in the [Old World] was “having thick skin and tough flesh.”
Sometimes, survival is not necessarily a good thing.
The traveler’s roaring voice was drowned out by the sword qi. He tried to rise, but could not even move a single finger.
No matter how the flame in his brow boiled and burned, it could not melt away the ice and snow—
This was the Great Cold accumulated over twenty years in the entire North Continent!
(There will be another chapter tonight, feel free to sleep if you can’t wait.)