Upon thinking of that person, the Second Generation Nether King immediately leaped from the seventy-seventh floor of the ice sculpture building.

In the blink of an eye, he had reached the ground in front of the ice sculpture building.

Then, he entered the first floor of the ice sculpture building.

The first floor of the ice sculpture building was sealed, and except for the Second Generation Nether King, no one else could enter.

Unlike other floors, the floor of the first level of the ice sculpture building was not made of ice but was paved with strangely marked rune tiles.

After entering the first floor, the Second Generation Nether King walked straight to the center.

In the center was a huge circular tile, also sealed personally by the Second Generation Nether King.

The Second Generation Nether King walked upon that seal, then started injecting the Nether King's Power into it. Soon after, the circular tile began to tremble and slowly descended, taking the Second Generation Nether King underground.

Beneath the ice sculpture building was a temple. Supporting the temple and the ice sculpture building, nine pillars of stone ice engraved with the Glacier King's and his eight mythical creatures' patterns.

In front of the stone ice pillars, sixteen silver-haired maidens of the Snow Mountain Tribe were seated.

These silver-haired maidens chanted the spells taught by the Glacier King every day, along with the Glacier Heart left by the Glacier King restraining the Volcano King's heart under the ancient city.

Should either be missing, the entire southern region of Polar Ice Land along with the ancient city would melt under the Volcano King's heart's heat.

And the Glacier Heart, half was with Chen Hao, and the other half rested with the Second Generation Nether King.

This was also the reason why the Second Generation Nether King could not leave the ancient city for long.

"Why have you come?" a hoarse voice suddenly rang out. The speaker was a Snow Mountain Tribe elder sitting in the temple, beneath the Glacier King's ice sculpture.

It was he who had made that deal with the Great Ancestor of the Nether King back then, allowing the Great Ancestor to take half of the Nether King's Heart and protect the ancient city.

"I have urgent news to tell you," said the Ancestor of the Nether King as he approached the Snow Mountain Tribe elder, "Now that I am here, shouldn't you perform the ritual of monarch and subject?"

"I have said before, our Snow Mountain Tribe only kneels to the Glacier King; he is the only god we believe in!"

The Second Generation Nether King glared at the Snow Mountain Tribe elder and then sat next to him, saying, "Do you know that the Volcano King once had a phoenix called Netherworld Azure Bird?"

"I know!" the Snow Mountain Tribe elder said expressionlessly. "After the Volcano King died, it came to the ancient city itself. Later, using the Glacier Heart and the spells left by our god, we heavily wounded it and drove it away, never seeing it again."

"What about it?" the Snow Mountain Tribe elder looked at the Second Generation Nether King. "Is this urgent matter related to it?"

The Second Generation Nether King nodded slightly, "There is a girl whose soul inherited the blood of the Netherworld Azure Bird, and now she is already on her way here. You can probably guess her purpose."

The Snow Mountain Tribe elder's eyes gleamed, "Is she here to destroy the ancient city and restore the territories of the Volcano King from the past?"

"Exactly!" the Second Generation Nether King said, "Shamefully, this girl is my own granddaughter. She knows that only half of the Nether King's Heart remains in the ancient city now, insufficient to resist her fierce flames."

The Snow Mountain Tribe elder looked at the Second Generation Nether King with a scrutinizing gaze and asked doubtfully, "Are your words true? Why should I believe you?"

"I have no reason to deceive you. Don't forget, this ancient city is infused with my life's efforts; I want to protect it even more than you!"

The night was deep.

A wheel-less carriage, pulled by three snow wolves, raced from the ancient city toward the highland snow mountains, to the north of the ancient city.

In these highland snow mountains was the tribe of the Snow Mountain people, who had worshipped the Glacier King from generation to generation, and had become the largest tribe in the Polar Ice Land.

Among the people of the Snow Mountain tribe, apart from the Glacier King, there was another person who was greatly revered. That was none other than the Snow Mountain Clan Leader, who was sitting on the wheel-less carriage.

Had it not been for the Snow Mountain Clan Leader making a deal with the Great Ancestor of the Nether King back then, the people of the Snow Mountain Tribe living within the ancient city would have been annihilated by the Dog Tribe.

Later, the Snow Mountain Clan Leader sent the surviving tribe members back to their tribe, while he stayed in the ancient city, guarding the Glacier Heart and this highland snowfield forever.

After speaking with the Second Generation Nether King earlier, the Snow Mountain Clan Leader began to believe his words and immediately rushed back to his tribe.

In his view, there was a prisoner in their tribe who might be able to defeat the girl inheriting the Netherworld Azure Bird's blood.

After braving the snowstorm for four hours, the Snow Mountain Clan Leader finally returned to the tribe.

By then, it was already daylight and the warriors of the tribe were ready to go hunting.

Seeing their leader returned, the people of the tribe were delighted. However, the Snow Mountain Clan Leader had no time for greetings, and he went straight to the tribe's temple and took out an ancient magic wand.

Then, carrying the magic wand, the Snow Mountain Clan Leader hurried towards the back mountain on the north side of the tribe.

On the snowy grounds of the back mountain was a vast ice field, and sealed beneath this ice field was the prisoner he was looking for.

He crouched on the seal, quickly swept away the thick layers of snow on the ice with his hands, and then spread his left palm, pressing it directly onto the surface of the ice, closing his eyes.

"Tu Yi, Tu Yi!" the Snow Mountain Clan Leader called out in his heart to the prisoner.

After a while, a deep and indifferent voice resonated in his mind.

"What are you here for?"

"I'd like to make a deal with you," the Snow Mountain Clan Leader explained, "If you can help me kill someone and swear never to invade my Snow Mountain people again, I can grant you freedom."

"I want her, not freedom!" the voice grew angry.

The Snow Mountain Clan Leader showed an uneasy expression. After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke, "Okay, I agree. As long as you kill that person, I will fulfill your wish for the two of you. However, first you must swear that you will not seek revenge against us, the Snow Mountain people."

"I swear!" the voice trembled.

"Alright!" the Snow Mountain Clan Leader withdrew his hand, his body shivering involuntarily.

Then he stood up, lifting the magic wand high in his right hand, and began to chant a spell.

After a long while, his magic wand began to tremble violently and then started burning, unleashing blinding flames and intense heat.

When the flames reached their peak, the Snow Mountain Clan Leader immediately bent down and thrust the magic wand into the ice field.

A pale-blue light appeared, and the seal confining the prisoner below was being broken.

Subsequently, the ice field began to shake violently, numerous cracks formed, originating from the burning wand and quickly spreading outward.

Shortly thereafter, with a loud "BOOM," countless pieces of the cracked ice surface shot into the sky, and a person slowly floated upward...

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