"The Palace Master is about to awaken..." Many people in Heartless Palace were alard.
Many high-tier cultivators hurried towards the Divine Hall, guarding outside.
Ordinary disciples had no qualifications to co outside Heartless Palace.
The Palace Master of Heartless Palace is nad Leng Wushuang.
Five hundred thousand years ago, she was also a stunning beauty on the Heavenly Martial Continent.
A natural talent.
It is said that she reached the Divine Realm at the age of twenty-seven. (Five hundred thousand years ago was the Ancient Era. During the Ancient Era, it was quite easy to break through to the Divine Realm on the Heavenly Martial Continent. After the Ancient Tis, the heavens and earth changed dramatically, making breakthroughs to the Divine Realm as hard as ascending to the heavens on the Heavenly Martial Continent).
But later, sothing unknown happened.
This srizing and astonishingly talented Leng Wushuang.
Transford into a cold-blooded, heartless female demon.
She created the Supre Skill ’Heartless Heavenly Skill,’ then established Heartless Palace.
In the hundred-mile radius of Heartless Palace, any n daring to trespass were killed without exception.
Five hundred thousand years have passed.
This rule still stands.
...
But back then, no one knew what had happened.
This female demon from the Ancient Era who was feared across all heavens seed to have undergone so unknowable transformation.
She mostly had to sink into slumber.
Waking only once every hundred thousand years.
And in a month,
she would sink into slumber again.
In this way,
another hundred thousand years passed.
The Palace Master of Heartless Palace, feared as the female demon of the Ancient Era,
was about to awaken once more.
...
Inside the Divine Hall, there’s a large white jade ice bed.
And atop the white jade ice bed lies a woman in a white palace silk dress.
This woman has a slender figure.
Her skin is snow-white, as tender as a fresh egg.
She has a delicate face the size of a palm.
This face is so enchanting.
It’s like the Almighty’s masterpiece.
Yet this face is so cold.
Even with her eyes closed,
it makes one feel the cold piercing the soul.
This is the Palace Master of Heartless Palace, Leng Wushuang.
Her long eyelashes flickered.
Then.
Swish...
She opened her eyes.
Her body floated in mid-air.
"A hundred thousand years have passed again..." She murmured, landing on the ground, barefoot that could drive n mad.
Heading towards the door.
...
Lin Feng and Yuwen Beixuan were drinking and enjoying the delicious ice fish.
This type of ice fish is very difficult to cook; generally speaking, even touching the ice fish would turn soone into an ice sculpture.
As they drank, night fell in an instant.
Yuwen Beixuan seed in a foul mood today, drinking one jar after another.
Lin Feng said, "Uncle, you’re drinking as if your life depends on it today, why? Could it be you’ve got treasures from two storage rings, and you’re just so happy that you can’t contain yourself?"
Hearing Lin Feng’s teasing words, Yuwen Beixuan rolled his eyes.
Then sighed deeply.
"There is a cycle in Heavenly Dao, and death is sotis a relief, while living becos a form of suffering."
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
Yuwen Beixuan poured down another jar of wine.
Then walked out of the room.
Seeing him staggering, Lin Feng followed uneasily.
Yuwen Beixuan whistled, and the Nine-headed Snow Wolf jumped out.
He put a harness on the Nine-headed Snow Wolf.
"In the middle of the night, bitterly cold, with heavy snow, Uncle, where are you going?" Lin Feng asked.
"I’m going for a walk, you go refine the energy of the ice fish, don’t waste these good things," Yuwen Beixuan replied.
He then sat on the sled.
The Nine-headed Snow Wolf pulled the sled off into the distance.
"Uncle seems a bit off tonight..." Lin Feng muttered.
He did not pursue.
Because Lin Feng could sense,
Yuwen Beixuan did not wish him to follow outside.
...
Yuwen Beixuan rode the Nine-headed Snow Wolf toward the direction of Heartless Palace, stopping a hundred miles away from it.
He gazed deep into Heartless Palace, unmoving for a long ti, turning into a statue.
Finally, he sighed, driving the Nine-headed Snow Wolf away swiftly.
...
Back in the room, Lin Feng sat cross-legged.
He began refining the energy of the ice fish inside him.
The Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique started running.
The energy of the ice fish within Lin Feng was rapidly refined and absorbed by his body.
Part of the energy rged into Lin Feng’s mind.
Another part of the energy was absorbed by the Great Cold Ice Skill, one of the Three Thousand Great Dao.
Another part of the energy rged into the blood within.
The energy harnessed by the ice fish was extraordinarily valuable.
Thus incredibly important for cultivators.
The soul-absorbed energy of the ice fish elevated Lin Feng’s soul level to the Sixth Layer Heaven of the Void God Realm.
And Lin Feng’s Great Cold Ice Skill, one of the Three Thousand Great Dao, also reached perfection.
A Divine Ability Array ford by the Great Cold Ice Skill revealed a cross-legged, ice-clad man.
This is the Ice God.
After the Great Cold Ice Skill reached perfection, it evolved into the Divine Ability Spirit.
This Ice God can cultivate independently, growing ever more powerful.
Legend says Divine Skills can transform all living beings, this isn’t baseless.
Like this Ice God, might one day transform into a Divine Spirit.
Possessing its own life form.
Although even if this Ice God transforms into a Divine Spirit in the future.
It must obey Lin Feng’s binding and commands.
What pleased Lin Feng the most wasn’t the transformation of his bloodline.
First, the Undying Divine Blood grew ever more purified.
The impurities within the Undying Divine Blood were all refined out.
The originally awakened abilities of the Undying Divine Blood, Death Nine Steps, Gate of Hell, experienced a significant purity enhancent. Now, the Undying Divine Blood awakened a third ability.
This newly awakened ability is called "Dead Bridge."
This Dead Bridge refers to the "Dead Bridge" of legend.
There’s a road called the Netherworld Road, a river called the River of Oblivion, with a bridge atop called the Dead Bridge.
Walking past the Dead Bridge, there’s a mound called Wangxiang Platform, beside which an old lady sells ng Po Soup, beside the River of Oblivion, there’s a stone called the Three-Life Stone. ng Po Soup makes you forget everything; the Three-Life Stone records your past and present life.
Crossing the Dead Bridge, taking a last glance at the mortal realm on Wangxiang Platform, drinking a bowl of ng Po Soup boiled by the River of Oblivion.
Forgetting everything of this life.
Dead Bridge, this bridge serves as the boundary, beginning a new cycle.
Beneath the Dead Bridge, thousands of steps down, fog and clouds coil, waiting for what the next life’s Tao will be, no one knows.
The promise of the next life is rely a continuation of this life; having drunk ng Po Soup, everything has been forgotten, eting again in the next life is rely a fresh beginning.
Dead Bridge, lanting the separation of past lives, lanting the eting of this life, helpless about the reunion in the next life.
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