The cold wind sweeps by, Zhou Leng shivers slightly, an indescribable chill pierces into his bones.

The sensation is markedly different.

Zhou Leng retracts his hand, the surface of his skin remains unchanged.

"Marvelous..." Jade Wings witnesses firsthand that the master puppet, once it enters, is immediately covered in a thin layer of ice, which rapidly thickens, freezing it solid.

A deeper smile appears on Frosty Hand's face.

Zhou Leng takes out a magic potion and drinks it down in one gulp.

A faint coolness arises within his body.

This coolness spreads to his skin, forming a white protective layer on its surface.

Zhou Leng takes a deep breath, retrieves a thick leather coat from the Magic Spirit Bag, puts it on, and steps into the palace.

An excruciating chill assaults him, the feeling akin to being naked at forty below zero in winter.

Instantly, his whole body is frozen through.

The leather coat is utterly ineffective.

The chill here is not ordinary coldness, but an exotic power.

True Qi circulates naturally, enveloping the entire body.

Yet, it is of no use.

Zhou Leng immediately stimulates his dantian's frost power.

All the chill recedes like a tide, leaving his body.

Frosty Hand's eyes widen, staring fixedly at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng breathes a sigh of relief, walks into the palace toward the side of the Jade Crown.

A giant dragon, fifteen meters in length, is frozen into an ice sculpture, motionless.

The fear and unwillingness in its eyes are also frozen in that moment.

The future successor of the Demigod Dragon King has thus perished here.

Zhou Leng glances at the other masters, some Demons, some Giants.

Zhou Leng looks at the Magic Spirit Bags on their waists.

He takes out a sharp cone and forcefully chisels at the ice layer on them.

Clink...

Not a bit of ice shavings, not a trace left behind.

Zhou Leng shakes his head and puts away the cone.

Jade Wings sighs long.

Zhou Leng looks around.

This is an ice palace, with giant dragon ice pillars and statues on both sides, with scenes of ancient war carved on the walls.

At the end of the palace, instead of a throne, there is an indented tomb hall with three gigantic crystal coffins placed inside.

Zhou Leng doesn't go directly into the tomb but carefully observes the surroundings, studying the murals.

The first mural records the birth of a child, who upon arrival, causes a tornado in the sky.

On the tornado, an ice armor is carried.

The second mural depicts the child, seemingly only four or five years old, a Giant, wearing armor, killing an innate giant dragon barehanded.

The third mural shows the young frost giant wearing ice armor, leading the Giants to slaughter everywhere, with dragon corpses filling the ground beneath their feet.

The fourth mural depicts the young frost giant sitting on a magnificent frost throne, receiving homage from various Giants.

The fifth mural... the sixth mural...

Zhou Leng looks at the penultimate mural.

In that mural, a large white oval door appears, with countless twisting rays emanating from it.

The elderly frost giant, clad in armor, bows and salutes.

Zhou Leng stares at the white oval door for a long time, then looks at the last mural.

The last mural, different from all the others.

More detailed, more grand.

Avalanche Plateau lies at the end of the painting.

A heavenly light descends.

Below the light, a giant human figure with twelve ice wings stands at the forefront.

This twelve ice-winged light person holds a pair of small ice wing statues in both hands.

The elderly frost giant reaches out with both hands, bowing his head to receive them.

Around the frost giant, stand numerous giants holding weapons.

They seem to be preparing for a battle.

After reviewing the life of the King of Armor, Zhou Leng ponders repeatedly.

It contains vast information.

This King of Armor not only conquered the Dragon World but also ventured into Demon Purgatory, leading an exceedingly rich life.

Moreover, a never-before-seen alien race appeared.

The Giant World of that year participated in another Ten Realms war.

If the mural isn't boasting, this King of Armor could very well be more powerful than most known demigods and Martial Saints.

The final mural, with that twelve-winged light person, might be the messenger of the God of Ice and Snow, or perhaps the god's incarnation on earth.

After a while, Zhou Leng proceeds inside.

Finally, he stands outside the tomb hall.

After some thought, Zhou Leng first speaks in Giant Language: "I, Zhou Leng, ally of the Giant Race, originally participated in the trial, but was forced here by enemies with no malice. Yet the evil ones threatened me, demanding I acquire the God of Ice and Snow's token, so please, His Majesty the King of Armor, forgive my intrusion."

Subsequently, Zhou Leng also uses divine language to voice his consciousness.

The three gigantic ice coffins show no reaction.

Only then does Zhou Leng gaze into the large tomb room inside.

The ice coffins are gigantic, the tomb hall is spacious.

On three walls, various treasures are hanging.

On the central wall, a pair of ice wings hangs, glittering and lifelike.

To the left of the ice wings, a set of snow-white ice armor is hanging.

To the right of the ice wings, a gigantic war axe hangs.

Zhou Leng chooses to trust the content of the murals.

The greed in his heart flickers and vanishes.

Even the power of the Flower of High Earth, which could protect oneself, let alone the King of Armor, whose power far surpasses the Flower of High Earth.

Zhou Leng stands for a long time, with no response from inside.

Deciding resolutely, he steps inside the doorway.

An indescribable chill rushes in suddenly.

Crack...

A thin layer of ice emerges from underfoot, rapidly spreading upwards.

Subsequently, a second layer of ice appears, and spreads upwards...

Layer upon layer, extending upwards.

Zhou Leng is terrified, hurriedly withdrawing Qi manipulation.

To no avail.

What froze the body was not ordinary cold, but the surging power of a demigod.

"As expected, the power of a demigod…"

In Zhou Leng's mind appeared the image of those Grandmasters who were frozen to death.

Even Grandmasters had died, so what was the significance of him dying here?

Feeling the layers of ice climbing up and enclosing him, Zhou Leng did not give up, focusing all his effort on the Sea Suppressing Technique.

Useless.

Visualizing the Cosmic Tsunami.

Useless.

Visualizing the Sea Suppression Stele.

Useless.

Visualizing the Frost Giant Tree…

Crack…

The first layer of ice wrapped around Zhou Leng's entire body.

Zhou Leng turned into an ice sculpture.

Outside the corridor, the Frosty Hand and Jade Wings saw this scene, and the smiles on their faces faded.

They sighed long and deeply.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred.

The Ice Wings in the center of the tomb wall emitted a faint light.

The light flowed, falling onto Zhou Leng's body.

The ice on Zhou Leng's body completely melted away.

Jade Wings and Frosty Hand breathed heavily.

Zhou Leng looked at those Ice Wings.

A transparent giant shadow sat up from the central ice coffin.

"Are you her messenger?" The giant shadow stared at Zhou Leng, its eyes lacking focus, seeming to gaze from ancient times, vast and endless.

Zhou Leng truthfully recounted what had happened.

The giant shadow glanced outside, then back at Zhou Leng.

"I know now…"

The giant shadow raised a hand, and divine light descended from the sky, enveloping Zhou Leng.

Part of the divine light merged into Zhou Leng's body, and another part wrapped around him, then disappeared.

The giant shadow turned to glance at the Ice Wings, then lay back down.

Jade Wings and Frosty Hand exchanged looks.

Jade Wings gazed at the huge figure of the Jade Crown with a sigh, saying, "What a pity, he indeed has no connection with the Ice Snow Divine Sect."

Frosty Hand smiled and said, "Why did I come here?"

"To seek the traces of the God of Ice and Snow."

"And the result?"

"Couldn't enter," Jade Wings said.

"No, you found it."

Jade Wings was startled and suddenly understood.

"Return to the Ice Snow Divine Sect, I want to recommend a High Priest," Frosty Hand turned and walked outside.

Jade Wings turned to look at the Jade Crown, muttering softly, "When will it be my turn to have a good meal…"

Jade Wings jogged a few steps, closing in on Frosty Hand.

"Master, I've heard that the fifty-year protection period for humans is nearing its end, and the Demon Purgatory is preparing to 'summon the Foreign God.' Does that mean I can't sell my manuals in the human world in the future?"

Frosty Hand turned to look at Jade Wings, asking, "Did you hear that from Red Eyes?"

Jade Wings hesitated before nodding slightly.

"Your queen is really a gossip, she talks about everything. Well, even the human high-levels can probably guess. Recently, the movements of the Human Race's Martial Mansion indicate they are preparing for the final battle."

"Master, what will it be like after the Ten Realms War ends?"

Frosty Hand sighed softly and said, "If you're lucky, like the Dragon World and the Giant World, they'll remain unchanged; if unlucky, they'll become a layer of the Demon Purgatory, entirely Fallen Demon. If even more unlucky…"

Frosty Hand didn't continue.

"And the victorious side?"

Frosty Hand smiled and said, "That I don't know, only that the benefits are enormous."

With a flash of light, Zhou Leng found himself amidst roaring winds and snow.

The sky was filled with stones crashing onto his body.

Looking around, a vast expanse of white snow was all he could see, unable to discern anything even dozens of meters away.

The ground was flat.

The temperature was colder than on a snowy slope, the wind fiercer.

His body was blown backwards by the wind.

Avalanche Plateau.

To avoid being discovered by the giant examiner, Zhou Leng took off his outer clothing, recognized the direction, and shielded his face with his arms, sprinting forward quickly.

As he ran, he recalled everything that had happened before.

In his mind, those walls filled with treasures appeared, and he felt a deep sense of regret.

This time, it seemed he was returning empty-handed.

But on second thought, he wasn't returning empty-handed, he had gained a life.

Zhou Leng's mood quickly improved.

However, it seemed the power of the King of Armor remained in his body, but it didn't belong to him and was slowly dissipating.

In the depths of the vast snow, a huge arena stood among it.

Outside was a snowstorm, while inside the arena it was warm, like spring, with no wind or snow.

Over a thousand trial takers sat on the arena floor, each one looking as if they had just experienced death, listless and dispirited.

Even the rowdy and combative giants hung their heads low.

Zhang Xinglie, Mountain and River Origin, Mountain River Oak, Molten Hammer, and Black Barrel sat silently for a long time without speaking.

After a long while, Zhang Xinglie looked at Black Barrel.

"Can you help me gather information on the Ice Snow Divine Sect, I want to understand them."

"Sure," Black Barrel nodded without hesitation.

"When it's time to act, call me," said Mountain and River Dao.

"And me," Mountain River Oak and Molten Hammer said in unison.

Zhang Xinglie nodded and gazed out at the arena, at the vast snowstorm.

Not far away, the trial teams of various races were scattered around.

Lou Fei Qiong's team had over twenty people, now only three remained.

"Little Lou, that Zhou Leng you highly regarded seemed to originally be in Zhang Xinglie's team, now he's gone."

Lou Fei Qiong looked towards Zhang Xinglie and the others.

Lou Fei Qiong sighed and said, "I originally thought Zhou Leng would become one of the leaders of the new generation, but unfortunately, an accident happened."

"Maybe he never had enough strength to begin with."

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