In September, Lanling City is bathed in gentle sunlight, with autumn winds blowing softly.
However, in September on the grassland, so areas have already begun to snow, with freezing cold weather.
A Nether River erged suddenly from the void, like a giant python wandering out from the Nine Netherworld Hell, entering this icy land.
The chilling aura wrapped by the Nether River was colder than the ice and snow, and where it passed, snowflakes in the air transford into countless frost flowers, shattering and scattering.
Boom——
A faint white ball of light fell like a teor, landing heavily in the snow, creating a massive crater and splashing heaps of snow.
As the white light dissipated, it revealed the Prayer Wheel inside, engraved with images of the Six Paths, which was precisely Qilian Guanshi's Lifebound Magical Treasure—the [Six Paths Reincarnation Scripture Tube].
However, this Lifebound Magical Treasure was now covered in cracks, with an extrely unstable aura, seemingly on the verge of exploding!
Inside the Prayer Wheel, Qilian Guanshi sat cross-legged, with a bloodstained chest.
The 'Demon Spear' fish Tian Youpeng struck the [Six Paths Reincarnation Scripture Tube] with one shot, severely damaging the Lifebound Magical Treasure, but this was not the most deadly for Qilian Guanshi.
The most deadly was the collapse of the Divine Mountain, and the Great Blue Country Fortune devouring the Grassland Country Fate!
As the true ruler of the grassland, Qilian Guanshi had the greatest control over National Fortune, so when the National Fortune was devoured, he was the one suffering the most severe backlash!
He originally anticipated that the devouring process would take so ti to complete, allowing him so ti to escape the pursuit of the 'Demon Spear' and implent his backup plan.
However, Li Fei perford the sealing rites on the ruins of the Divine Mountain on behalf of the Emperor, accelerating the devouring process.
This completely disrupted Qilian Guanshi's plans, rendering him unable to suppress his injuries, and forcing him to retreat from the void.
Qilian Guanshi's gaze was cold, even in the most dangerous mont, he maintained his calm.
"The Demon Spear will catch up here in just a few minutes..."
Qilian Guanshi roughly estimated.
The Nether River of the Ming River Ancestor had the ability to traverse the void, much faster than Tian Youpeng's movent relying solely on Space-type Divine Power.
Therefore, Qilian Guanshi could still gain a mont of reprieve for himself.
But it would be difficult to completely shake off the opponent, because the [Six Paths Reincarnation Scripture Tube] still had remnants of the 'Demon Spear's' Power of Dao.
If given a period of closed-door cultivation, Qilian Guanshi could completely eradicate this portion of Power of Dao.
But he did not have this ti now.
"Cough cough..."
Qilian Guanshi spat out a trace of blood foam mixed with ice shards, suppressing the turbulent internal organs and the soul-tearing pain, and with trembling fingers, he barely managed to form a spell.
The glow dimd, and the cracked [Six Paths Reincarnation Scripture Tube] emitted a mournful humming sound, transforming into a faint Flowing Light that disappeared into his tattered robe sleeve.
"I can't stop yet!"
The powerful will to survive supported his broken shell.
He gritted his teeth, activating the intensely turbulent True Power within him, and barely managed to form a Wind Control Skill, which like a flickering candle in the wind, lifted his heavy body, staggering out from the icy snow.
The cold wind howled, stirring up snow, slapping against his blood-stained robe, while Qilian Guanshi's figure in the air was like a kite with broken strings, swaying erratically up and down.
The backlash from the collapse of National Fortune gnawed like parasitic maggots at his foundation; the severe damage to the source of Power of Dao made his perception and control over Heaven and Earth Qi beco as if it were shrouded by a thick barrier, blurry and sluggish, making even the maintenance of this basic Wind Control Skill feel like carrying a mountain!
A ruthless glint flashed in Qilian Guanshi's eyes, to reduce the burden of control, he forcibly severed the intricate operation of 'isolating cold' in the Wind Control Skill.
Whoosh—
Lost his last protection, the fierce cold wind on the snow plain pierced through his thin clothing like billions of poisoned ice needles without hindrance, stabbing into his every inch of flesh and bone!
Qilian Guanshi gasped sharply, his body uncontrollably trembling violently, teeth clattering.
The bone-chilling cold stole the remaining body heat, and the skin exposed to the outside visibly turned blue-purple, with eyebrows and beard instantly coated with white frost.
This chill that penetrated the bone was a taste he...hadn't experienced for over a hundred years.
That was a long, long ti ago, when he was not yet the high-and-mighty Grassland's Great Man, overlooking all beings, but rely a shepherd boy shivering in the cold winds of winter, lips cracked and bleeding, hands and feet stiff and numb, forced to huddle beside the sheep to glean slight warmth.
"Qilian Guanshi, never live such a life again!"
From the day he joined the Man Yuan Sect to beco a formal magician, he vowed this in silent resolve.
Yet unexpectedly, after so many years, everything seed to return as it began.
The cycle of destiny, at this mont, carved an icy circle in such a cruel manner...
"Found it!"
Qilian Guanshi suddenly perked up.
Not far ahead, he spotted a cluster of tents.
A small tribe on the grassland temporarily resided here.
Being able to find a tribe in such snow and ice, one must say his luck was fortunate.
Qilian Guanshi suppressed the intense pain brought by the turbulence of True Power, gritting his teeth to perform a magic spell.
His eyes instantly lit up with an eerie blue light, gazing at the tents in the distance.
"Hmm?"
Qilian Guanshi quickly showed a look of surprise, "Is this destiny?"
Within this tribe of less than a hundred people, he discovered a young man endowed with Qi Fortune!
Li Ming died in Cuiqing City, scattering part of the Martial Saint Qi Fortune onto the grassland.
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