“Very well then.” The Bronze Supreme looked at Ye Chen with satisfaction. “From this day forward, you are my First Emissary. I arrived in haste this time; the ceremony for installing the First Emissary has always been quite grand. Wait here for a moment; I have something to attend to. I’ll be back shortly, and then I’ll take you back to the Chaos Realm.”

“Understood, Lord Supreme,” Ye Chen murmured softly.

“Sigh.” The Bronze Supreme looked at him and suddenly sighed. “So many dream of earning my favor and becoming my First Emissary, yet you look so downcast, only reluctantly agreeing when I resort to threats and enticements… Hmph…”

When Ye Chen looked up, the Bronze Supreme’s figure had long vanished, his lingering voice echoing in the air. Ye Chen frowned, gazing up at the gradually calming gray-white airflow above. Across the sky, dark clouds converged, leaving a massive, sunken black hole in the center, as if leading to another mysterious world.

Ye Chen knitted his brows, still pondering the situation, when suddenly a sharp, piercing aura shot up from below, striking toward him like a bolt of lightning.

Ye Chen was startled. Before he could properly see what it was, he quickly spun and shifted several feet to the side, narrowly dodging the sharp thrust. However, the fabric on his side was still sliced open by a small tear.

Looking down, a figure in silver-white robes erupted from the snow beneath his feet, unmistakably the only woman among the three who had been killed. A fist-sized hole was ripped in the right chest of her silver-white robe, and blood bloomed across the fabric like embroidered plum blossoms, faintly revealing the abundant skin beneath.

The silver-robed woman struggled up from the ground, her hair obscuring her face, making her look like a ghostly specter as she spoke with chilling coldness, “Die!”

An ice arrow shot up from the snow at her feet, emanating a spiraling current of light, whistling sharply as it hurtled toward Ye Chen in the sky. The air it passed through rapidly condensed into frost, showing signs of freezing.

Ye Chen’s pupils constricted slightly. Although this was merely the simplest Ice Arrow Art, wielded by this person, it achieved the effect of the Great Dao being simple—returning to the primal state—making it far more potent and sharp than any complex move.

The surging Chaos power within Ye Chen erupted, enveloping his skin. His obsidian pupils flickered with gray-white airflow, like a seductive, cold light. He was thrown backward, pushing the Origin Power of Wind in his body to its absolute limit, rapidly condensing tens of thousands of delicate layers of barriers before him.

Pfft. The ice arrow shot upward, piercing through the transparent barriers effortlessly, advancing as if unstoppable.

Ye Chen recoiled like a hawk, his clothes flapping wildly in the cold wind. A deep chill permeated his body, feeling as if a sharp arrow was chasing him across his chest. “Gale! Reverse Shadow!” Ye Chen’s fingers snapped out lightning-fast, forming two thousand nine hundred seals. A dazzling cyan light flashed in his pupils; his wild hair flew upward, and the muscles across his body bulged, veins protruding, as he roared, “Wind Source!”

The space above his head was suddenly torn apart by an invisible energy resembling a pair of giant hands. Violent wind energy, thick with the scent of primordial essence, surged inward madly. A sharp, dazzling cyan light manifested, condensing into a massive mirror before him.

The edges of the mirror were inlaid with ancient, engraved gold, and brilliant light shot out from the cyan surface. Sharp wind blades erupted like a bursting dam, roaring out in an overwhelming torrent toward the ice arrow.

Countless cyan wind blades, like schools of deep-sea fish, filled the entire sky, emitting the clashing sound of metal striking metal, striking toward the ice arrow like venomous snakes.

Boom, boom, boom…

The swarm of wind blades rapidly enveloped the ice arrow. Muffled thuds echoed as the white light occasionally shone through the gaps between the cyan wind blades, slowly inching forward, its progress noticeably decelerating.

Ye Chen rapidly retreated a thousand zhang, ascending high into the sky. Since obtaining all the Wind Origin Power from the True Man of the Ten Pavilions, the wind energy within him had reached a peak of dominance, allowing him to contend, however barely, with the fundamental laws of the Snow Domain World and achieve flight.

“Rise, rise!”

Ye Chen accelerated upward. From the massive mirror beneath him, endless wind blades continued to shoot out, fine as razor blades, enveloping the ice arrow and slowly shaving away its icy exterior, gradually weakening its power.

However, as this was the ice arrow launched with the full force of the silver-robed woman, it still managed to drill toward the giant mirror, much like a pangolin, amidst the clash of countless wind blades.

Ye Chen’s expression shifted slightly. He quickly formed a seal before him. “Explode!”

Sharp cyan light instantly flared from within the massive cyan mirror, like countless minute needles. Then, cracks rapidly appeared along the mirror’s frame, spreading across the entire surface before culminating in a clear, piercing sound as it detonated!

Click!

Innumerable shattered mirror fragments shot out, their sharpness far exceeding that of the wind blades, slicing dark trails through the air. They wrapped around the entire ice arrow, suddenly swirling into a dark, vortex-like void, like a squall.

Fierce killing intent flashed in the eyes of the silver-robed woman. Gritting her teeth, she channeled a soft blue light from her palm, which spread outward like ripples in water. “Ice Seal Apex!”

Ye Chen’s pupils constricted. He watched as a ring of snow-white radiance spread out from her body, encompassing the heaven and earth around them. Even before it reached him, he could feel a bone-chilling cold and the rapid cooling of the surrounding warmth.

“This is bad! If I’m sealed, falling from this height will surely smash my body to pieces!” Cold sweat beaded on Ye Chen’s palms, but he did not panic. He scanned his surroundings and suddenly spotted the dark vortex created by the explosion. He gritted his teeth, finally darting toward it, plunging headfirst into the black vortex.

No matter which world this vortex led to, it was sufficient to temporarily escape this immediate danger.

Almost the moment he entered the black vortex, the surrounding world rapidly froze. Even the dark clouds were frozen solid in large chunks, falling down and smashing onto the snow below.

The silver-robed woman surged upward against the opposing wind, her toes lightly touching the snow, like a gracefully twirling flower petal. After leaping over a hundred zhang, she began to fall under gravity.

She stared at the black vortex hanging in the mid-air, which was frozen too large to shrink. She stamped her foot fiercely. “If Shui Kong hadn’t died, with his Sky Law, no matter how high you flew, you would still be dead!”

Saying this, she couldn't help but lower her head, looking at the winged man and the other stern-faced man who lay dead by her feet. Her eyes filled with sorrow. Before the tears could fall, she gritted her teeth. “If I hadn't used all my strength to protect my soul at the last moment, coupled with the dense water energy around, I barely slipped by. Otherwise, I would be dead too. It's a pity I couldn't capture that damnable wretch of an emissary; I would have torn him limb from limb!”

On the periphery of the Divine Mountain, on a slope three thousand kilometers away.

Xiumite leaped nimbly through the mountains, followed closely by Sifigran. They had passed through the central city’s teleportation array and arrived at the outskirts of the Divine Mountain in mere moments.

“In another three minutes, we’ll see the Divine Mountain,” Xiumite murmured.

Sifigran gazed into the distance, the light in her eyes flickering slightly, not saying much. Snow and wind brushed against her delicate face, only stirring the hair near her ears.

“Goddess of Light…” she whispered.

Just then, not long after they had advanced rapidly, they spotted a snowy slope, causing both of them to stop abruptly. Xiumite and Sifigran’s pupils shrank, staring in disbelief at the small slope. The ground was strewn with scattered fragments of blood and intestines, and scarlet blood that made the white snow almost painfully bright.

Xiumite’s throat bobbed. Recalling the Emissary’s words before they left, the hairs on his spine stood on end. His gaze shifted, and he suddenly noticed a severed head rolling near a patch of snow marked by blood and internal organs.

For some inexplicable reason, he felt a mysterious compulsion, driven by an unseen energy, to walk over and use his hand to flip the head over.

His pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpricks.

“This… This is the Morning… the First Snow Slave!?” His mind felt muddled. In his memory, the First Snow Slaves were unfathomably powerful monsters. He had always harbored a degree of fear towards them, yet here they were, the revered First Snow Slaves of old, all dead.

And utterly dismembered!

Judging by the gruesome manner of death and the look of sheer terror on the face, it seemed they were killed without much chance to struggle!

What kind of monster was the enemy?

He rummaged through the corpses, finding one familiar face after another. Some bodies he didn't recognize, but judging by the insignia on their clothes, several were Second Seal or Third Seal Snow Slaves.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead. He gently smoothed the terrified eyes of a corpse whose chest had been pierced through, then looked up, his gaze rising toward the majestic Divine Mountain, hazy in the snow in the distance. The haphazardly strewn corpses lay across the snow, and at the end of the line of bodies, the familiar Divine Mountain now looked like a hidden, colossal beast!

His hands trembled slightly.

Sifigran had walked up beside him. She raised her hood, looking up at the towering Divine Mountain, her slender eyebrows gradually furrowing.

Snow Domain, Dead Soul Abyss.

Pitch black, where one could not see their hand before their face.

Ye Chen could not see anything, not even himself, as if his body had merged into the darkness. Only the howling, cold wind scraped against him, bringing an icy, bone-piercing chill.

He frowned, touched a finger, and a thin filament of orange-yellow light appeared, illuminating the entire world.

Before Ye Chen could properly survey his surroundings, he saw, illuminated by the flame, a charming face right before him, gazing at him. Her peerlessly beautiful features, capable of toppling nations, were intoxicating.

A captivating smile spread across her face. She slowly parted her mouth, and a forked, scarlet tongue, about the length of a palm and slick with thick fluid, licked Ye Chen’s cheek. Then, she giggled, “Oh my, you taste exquisite. Someone has finally come to play with me here…”

Three chapters today, two more to come. I apologize everyone; there was an unexpected situation yesterday.