Chapter Eighty-Six: Short Days in the Cold of Winter
abandon writing, these two charges, placed on any ruler, would not be a trivial matter. They would be written into history books and branded as a disgrace on the pillar of shame!In the Yang Kingdom, w...Hong Junyan has been asleep for three thousand eight hundred years. In these three thousand eight hundred years, the practice of cultivation has continuously innovated, and the cutting-edge Taoist techniques of various countries have changed one after another.
But three thousand eight hundred years was not even half of the True Monarch's long life. The Frost Immortal Technique further made his lifespan flow by slower than time itself.
He was, after all, the founder of the snow country.
After all, he had once clashed with formidable masters like Tang Yu.
Even after three thousand eight hundred years, within the snowy country's borders, the supreme dominance of the top-level Path of Transformation is still evident!
At this very moment, he caught the blade woven by fate with two fingers and resolutely moved it aside.
This way, he could look directly at Xu Mò without any reservation.
"What am I doing" Hong Junyan said in a deep voice, "Even if it was Ying Yunian's reign, I will also drive him away. Who is the current emperor of Qin Why not personally lead troops to campaign To take control of my snowy region, with just you, Xu Wan, do you think that’s enough"
The crucial information that Fu Huan had transmitted over these three thousand eight hundred years was now laid out completely in his mind.
The terrifying flow of information was quickly digested and absorbed, an inexplicable gust of wind making his Snow Dragon Robe flutter wildly.
The Winter Cicada's Immortal Array perfectly preserved his peak power. As he absorbed this crucial information, he was rapidly adapting to this era. He was already powerful, but still progressing towards even greater strength!
And he gazed straight into Xu Wang's eyes, so calm and undisturbed, like those frozen moments in time.
"Times have changed!" Xu Mo retracted his hand under the Heavenly Mirror of Snow, and the long sword held between his fingers by Hong Junyan remained suspended in mid-air.
A blade cuts through the boundless snow country, sheathed within a single corner.
The blade was mere inches from his body, the edge of his palm flashing with countless destinies. Then he drew it - a black blade of immense size, the Great Qin Duke's robe billowing behind him like an eclipse. For a moment, only the glint of his hand-held blade could be seen against the sky, obscuring everything else.
The thread of fate was originally only perceptible, not visible to the eye. Yet, at this moment, it is a riot of colors.
One can see that Hong Junyan is tied up with countless threads of fate, their number exceeding thousands upon millions. It’s impossible to count!
These threads of fate, connecting all aspects of this vast snowy country, were stretched taut, as if piercing Hong Junyan through and through. Like millions of fine needles, they pricked Hong Junyan into a ball of thorns.
Xu Meng's palm knife fell.
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The countless threads of fate, in this very moment, were all severed, scattering like gossamer strands. Hong Junyan seemed to resemble a ball of fluff again.
The connection between Xue Taizu and the Snow Country was temporarily severed.
In this moment, the might of the Snow Country could no longer bolster him. In other words, facing Hong Junyan's attack, he could only rely on his own power.
When the emperor abdicates, he wears white dragon fish robes.
And Xu Wang was already facing him!
He was going to test the purest combat prowess of the Snow Country's progenitor, who had lived over three thousand years ago. Under the guise of Xu Wanzhi, he would use the principle of cause and effect to weigh his ambitions — and the way to judge it would be life or death.
This step traced cause and effect, traversing the vast distance between Mount Everlasting Winter and Frostfall City. It disregarded space and time, purely navigating on the plane of cause and effect. A corner of a black hooded cloak fluttered before the golden dragon throne of the ancestor emperor of the Snow Kingdom.
The Grand Qin Marquis' hand, held flat as if clutching a straight, sharp blade, pierced right through Hong Junyan's chest!
And Hong Junyan indifferently raised his hand, as if holding the universe in his palm.
It was a sound like a great bronze bell.
The tip of the palm blade was held tightly in Hong Junyan's left hand, suspended before his heart. There was still an inch separating it, a chasm between heaven and earth, as distant as the stars.
At this very moment, Hong Junyan still sat upon the golden dragon throne. The jade-crafted Pingtian crown swayed gently, causing his features to appear distant and near in Xu Wang's eyes.
The black court robes of the Great Qin Duke and the snow-colored dragon robe of the Taizu of the Snow Country, are like two distinct pieces on a chessboard.
"In my view, there's nothing different about this world," Hong Junyan said in a flat tone, then grabbed the palm knife and brought it forward. He clenched his right fist and punched directly at Xu Mo's face.
Seized before the throne, strike down those who oppose.
Such imperial might, worthy of a founding emperor!
The might of a single punch, claiming to reach the eternal winter peak, this distant path, this entire human-shaped space, collapses together!
To the spectators' naked eyes, it appeared as a path from the Everlasting Frost Peak to Xu Mo's side, twisting and warping like a humanoid tunnel that had materialized out of thin air.
But Xu Wang was gone.
He came because of fate, and he scattered as fate itself.
Boom boom boom!
Above the twisting passage, a phantom palace appeared as if from thin air. Vast deserts, solitary smokestacks, seas under moonlight – countless scenes played out within it. And Xu Mo, clad in an officer’s robe, stood upon this very palace. The black robe was interwoven with ever-shifting light, depicting his current state… the Master of Fate, wielding absolute authority.
Above the Tai Xu Pavilion, Jiang Wang's eyes were fixed more intently than even Zhong Xuan beside him. His gaze almost became tangible as it wandered over this fantastical palace. Even Bai Yun Tong Zi, who was snoring soundly, was woken up to observe—
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This is the only existing fairy palace in the world that is still intact and perhaps at its peak, Yin Yuan Fairy Palace!
You have no right to see me, the Emperor of this dynasty, nor do you deserve to see my Great Qin Emperor. Back then, you could only watch plays within the Guan region. Now—keep watching!
Xu Mofan stepped into the Xian Gong of Causes and Effects, overlooking Hong Junyan: "You're right, this world is no different! Back then, you didn't have the resources to fix the entire Xian Gong of Causes and Effects. He stomped it down, rumbling towards Hong Junyan.
At this time, he, along with the Immortal Palace of Cause and Effect, appeared and disappeared intermittently.
He received the Yin Yuan Immortal Palace, yet he never used the Yin Yuan immortal arts. It wasn't that he couldn't bypass the lost art vessels and recreate the techniques of ancient times. He simply had higher aspirations—the Yin Yuan immortal arts were merely a type of fate. The Yin Yuan Immortal Palace was nothing more than a blade.
He is Xu An, the person responsible for orchestrating fate, not a fairy who causes fate.
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At this moment, he has taken control of all karmic ties in the snowfields. He exists in a state that can be seen but not grasped, yet his blade is sure to strike according to cause and effect.
This is truly a fated encounter, an inescapable and unavoidable meeting.
All interconnected causes and effects in the vastness of existence are fixed, becoming a cage that confines us to predetermined destinies.
Everything created by Hong Junyan became the shackles of Hong Junyan!
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“It’s a shame. You have the good fortune to be in the Immortal Palace, yet you disrespect the ancients.” Faced with such a blade, Hong Junyan still had time to sigh:
"Alas, my palace of Winter has been destroyed. Otherwise, I would have taught you this junior, what true immortality is!"
The tassels on the Piao Tian Crown swayed gently, and the entire snowy field seemed to have a dragon turn over, emitting a long, rumbling sound.
All is frozen and thawing.
All the rules are reorganized, and all circumstances begin anew.
The Emperor's command is Heaven's Mandate!
As a participant in the formation of the national system and as a forerunner standing at the headwaters of the contemporary humanitarian current, he directly rose from his throne, his ceremonial robes billowing, and with one fist raised to the sky -
directly broke the "unapproachable" state, punching straight into the fairy palace!
Behind him appeared the phantom of a vast snowfield. His fist slammed into the Palace of緣仙, shattering this fantastical palace along with Xu Mang, sending them both crashing back into the sea of thunder!
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From now on, no one can doubt Hong Junyan's power.
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He responded to Xu Wang's challenge head-on, and each time got closer to the peak!
"Such a magnificent snow country, how could the heavens not weep blood, and gods and ghosts not be astonished" The First Patriarch of the Eastern Sea, Wei Qingpeng, stood atop Xueji City.
Patting his shiny head, he let out a sinister laugh: "Your Majesty's return to the mortal realm, to resume his glorious reign, means only the strong survive. This traitor shall serve as our banner!"
He stomped heavily on the Ice Dragon beneath his feet. The Ice Dragon sank several zhang
and let out a mournful cry before suddenly shooting upwards!
Carrying him, it charged straight into the Thunder Sea, heading towards Xu Mo.
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He shouted, "Brother Fu, with two nations at war, what's there to be sentimental about Let's kill him together! I'll go with you to aid Winterfell!"
"Don't bother, " a voice said at that time.
Behind the endlessly revolving hall of destiny, a tall and slender phantom rose up into the sky.
He wore his hair bound with a wooden hairpin and a white mask. The black Xiaozhuan script on the mask depicted an inscription that no one could decipher. Just like his eyes, still as the deep sea, they gave off a sense of surging tumult.
The commoner schemed to bring down the king of Xi!
He has arrived here, how far is the Qin army still
His gaze swept over them casually, carrying Wei Qingpeng's soaring ice dragon, and stopped in mid-air. Each of the two dragon eyes held a seal character, one "not" and one "must".
Wei Qingpeng didn't continue to torment this poor ice dragon. After all, it was a hybrid and not a true pureblood dragon clan, so it couldn't withstand too much conflict.
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He didn't say anything else, he just kept bickering and writing at the same time—modern people are really troublesome.
Thus, with a sudden leap, he soared through the air like a projectile launched from a catapult. However, with a deafening boom, he vanished into thin air, abruptly crashing into the palace of the Fairy of Chance!
This was too sudden, both in terms of his movements and the outcome. There was no buildup, no gradual escalation; he simply burst into the Garden of Cause and Effect, creating a commotion like a thunderous drumbeat within its walls.
The Xian Palace of Fate and Fortune rolled violently, Xu Wang turning back to enter it!
"My esteemed contemporary, is this truly necessary You probably can't be trusted to keep your word," Meng Lingxiao said as he retracted his folding fan. He didn't mount his dragon. Instead, using the dragon's head as a step, he walked through the air, taking one stride that brought him above the Lei Hai Sea, face-to-face with Wang Xizhu.
Over thousands of years, and during the time Taizu and Xu Mo were killing each other, it gradually understood the new era and could display its power more completely.
He and Wei Qingpeng both need time to digest the differences of this new era. Though not as swift-minded as Xue Taizu, who could absorb it all with a single thought.
“I’m afraid it is necessary.” Wang Xizhi replied calmly. “Because Frostwind City has already fallen. Besides, we are not from the same year. There are two reasons for this: first, you are much older than me. Second, I am not a scholar like you. "A diviner" Meng Lingshao, the diviner, was not surprised by the loss of Frostwind City. He said, "Every bookish scholar who learns nothing in the end has to sell his words and calculate fortunes for a living. That's how it was in my time, I wonder if things have changed now”
Wang Xishu really thought about it: "It seems to be about the same as you said—as long as I can honestly support myself and my family, what I do doesn't matter. Being an official is no more honorable than selling calligraphy."
Meng Lingshao said again, "In terms of good and bad fortune, your white background with black characters and mask are not very auspicious."
Wang Xizhi said: "Though very clear, I have no regrets in writing."
“Whether you are innocent or not, I don't know...” Meng Lingxiao had been looking for a long time, so he raised his hand and flipped it over: “But I think you should regret it.”
As his palm flipped over, the entire sea of thunder actually reversed!
No, it's not the reverse of Lei Hai.
Wang XiXu and Xu Mang, even Xu Mang's Xian Palace of Karma, all became reflections, mirrored in the raging sea of lightning. But their original reflections stood above the sea of lightning, as thin as paper.
On the side of the thin reflection, is Wei Qingpeng whose killing intent has risen - he killed into the enemy's lair, wanting to take advantage of the illness to end his life.
Yet within this brief moment, Xu Wang, who was wounded, slashed him until he was covered in blood. His blood ignited his ferocity; at this moment, blood vessels crawled across his bald head, and his frame swelled another few points.
Meng Lingshao, with a flick of his index finger, severed the reflections of Wang Xizhu and Xu Mo.
Fate is intertwined in the unseen.
This too is fate!
But on the battlefield, there was only a piece of paper cut in half, drifting aimlessly in the sea of thunder.
Meng Lingxiao distinctly saw that there was a character on each side of the paper, "Wu" and "Hui" respectively.
He had already realized, at the very moment he was severing their fates, that Wang Xishu and Xu Mo's destinies had vanished into the river of fate. That is why he pointed and cut at empty air.
He's truly a remarkable fortune teller, a master astrologer!
While Wang Xishu's reflection in the sea of thunder raised his hands, spreading his ten fingers wide, as if using the sea of thunder as a mirror to face outwards, the seal script on his gloves flowed slowly: "Should I regret it Why don't you ask your ancestor Emperor"
Countless Qin script characters flew from his hand, like deep-sea fish surfacing...and actually breaching the water.
The script of small seal characters is divination.
To stir the heavens and earth, to trace back the celestial light. In past and present lives, through karmic dreams.
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Stars shift and constellations change, the Great Dao is vast and boundless. The winter nation has regrets, the year grows cold and days are short.
>Day has ended.
Meng Lingxiao looked back in fear!
He saw the entire snowy region plunged into a long night, as if depicting the fall of the Snow Kingdom.
Every household in the snow country has lit up their lamps, and even the winter fairy formations on the snowy plains will be illuminated. But the clear sky reflected by the snow mirror is no longer transparent - in that endless night, a formation woven from starlight has been laid out. This modern star array forcibly interferes with the ancient fairy formations!
He saw the Cold Cicada Winter Profound Formation undergo a qualitative change, and the Emperor of the Snow Country's brows knitted with frost.
Within this peak Dao body, the terrifying power that was still growing was covered by a cold tide from the inside out—Hong Junyan was frozen!
Just now easily repelled the powerful body of the 因緣仙宮, stumbled back and fell onto the golden dragon chair.
And the armrests flipped out dragon claws, gripping his wrists tightly. Dragon bones shot out from the chair back, crisscrossing and binding his body. A chill coursed through him, spreading outward until his Daoist frame was encased in ice.
As I watch, Hong Junyan is firmly imprisoned on the Dragon Throne, and is about to return to the frozen time again!
Meng Lingxiao turned his eyes to the Frost Spirit City.
Unless one transcends the ordinary, someone as powerful as Hong Junyan would be nearly impossible to suppress by external forces. His golden dragon chair, emperor's crown, and his recently recovered peak Dao body are all malfunctioning!
Besides Xu Qi, who else in the world could tamper with the Winter Immortal Technique
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And he indeed saw, above the frozen city of Dongling, Emperor Winter taking a step.
She is the coldest patch of snow in winter, a flower that does not freeze in the cold snap.
With ultimate beauty, blooming in the snow field. Every step, is establishing her path.
She stood on a bridge of ice and snow, stretching towards the Frost City as she walked, heading for Hong Junyan. This bridge spanned the snowy plains, suspended high above, reflecting the sunlight and casting rainbows in its wake.
"Winter Emperor, what do you mean by this" Guan Daoqian strode forward, stopping before the bridge of ice and snow. Though alone, he stood firm like an iron mountain. His fists clenched, ready to become walls of bronze and iron.
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The Winter Emperor raised his eyes to look at him: "You haven't officially joined the Snow Country yet, why are you trying so hard"
Guan Dao’s voice was like rolling stones: “This old man represents the Northwest Five Nations Alliance, and has made a treaty with Fu Huan Zhenjun to join forces. This old man’s fists are now guarding their own king.”
In the last war of expansion in Jīng Nation, the Northwest Five Nations Alliance was thoroughly defeated, losing both territory and personnel. Together with Xue Guo, which had a past of supporting the future and needed time to adapt to the new era, they were truly a match made in heaven.
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However, it’s not easy to make up one's mind. Moreover, for the Northwest Five Nations Alliance, is Xue Guo really the best choice if they want to unite
“When did this happen” Winter Emperor’s eyes were as cold as frost: “I don’t know.”
Guan Daoquan doesn't mince words: "When you challenged Zhong Jing,"
Fu Huan on top of Mount Eternal Winter actually spoke up to explain: "This matter was confidential, only I and Master Guan knew about it back then."
It's not that I intentionally hid it from you.
The Winter Emperor still looked at Guan Daoquan: "Did you know then that Hong Junyan was coming back"
Guan Daoquan's face was expressionless: "Fu Zhenjun gave us the utmost sincerity."
“It seems to be the excessive oppression of Jing that has made up your mind. That's right, bleeding day after day, how can a weary body endure” The Emperor nodded and said again: “But speaking of it, the unification hasn’t truly happened yet. It's just a written agreement, which can be written or erased. You have many choices, Jing, Qi, or Qin. Why not wait a little longer and sell yourself at the best price”
Guan Dao stood firm and unshakeable.
A nation of iron is not a nation of merchants. The "iron" in Iron Nation represents the will of its people.
Behind him, however, a voice rang out: “I am curious—who are you”
Hong Junyan's voice!
Although he was already turned into an ice sculpture, imprisoned on the throne, there was fire in his eyes, burning within the ice.
This is a test.and advised, "Master Qi, it's getting late. Perhaps we should set off tomorrow"Jiang Wang asked: "How long until it gets dark"“During the duration of the Life and Death Chess, the sky turned just in t...