The "Frigid Light Talent" of the Ice Clan instantly activated, flooding his body with formidable power. The boy took a deep breath, then looked up calmly at the man in white.

On him, the fluctuations of Water Origin Power grew increasingly violent. At first, it was like the stillness of a tranquil lake, gradually escalating until it became a surging torrent, crashing like a vast, sweeping river. A supreme aura radiated from him, slowly condensing above his forehead.

The Talent Imprint on his brow seemed to transform in an instant into a silver eye, flashing with esoteric brilliance, possessing a soul-capturing force.

The man in white showed a flicker of emotion, his eyes shooting out sharp light. "Good! To wield Water Origin Power and Talent with such mastery, blending them so perfectly—by this alone, you are the most outstanding genius I have ever seen. However, if you cannot defeat me, you still cannot be allowed to leave."

The boy let out a cold laugh. An unparalleled dominance seemed to radiate from him, and the surging aura swept out like a hurricane, howling toward the man in white.

"Nine Heavens Freeze!"

A frigid glint flashed in the boy’s eyes. From the silver eye on his forehead, a terrifying white light suddenly shot forth. The surrounding temperature plummeted below freezing point. This single ray of white light pierced toward the man in white's forehead like an arrow.

The man in white’s expression grew solemn. Wielding only thirty percent of his strength, he had to be cautious against such a potent strike. He immediately spread both hands, moving them through the empty space before him like in Tai Chi. His body’s power erupted forth, congealing into an ice wall before him.

This was no ordinary ice wall; its hardness was something even A-grade metal could barely match.

Bang!

The white frigid light struck the ice wall. The wall shuddered slightly, and where the light impacted, a small indentation appeared.

It didn't penetrate?

The brilliance in the boy's eyes dimmed instantly, as if all vitality had vanished. Even the Water Origin Power around him seemed to have been sucked dry, disappearing without a trace.

The man in white smiled faintly. He waved his hand, dismissing the ice wall, and began, "Although you lost..." Before the words were finished, his eyes widened, and the syllable caught in his throat, unable to be uttered.

Only the dead cannot speak.

A sharp ice spike had somehow appeared on his chest, piercing completely through his heart!

The man in white looked at the boy's face, which had suddenly erupted in ecstatic joy, filled with disbelief, unwillingness, malice, and regret. Finally, only stark silence remained in his eyes.

He was dead!

Everyone stared at the scene blankly. No one had expected the boy to kill him, and even less so that he possessed the capability to do so!

Ye Chen saw this and frowned slightly. Others might not have known what happened, but he saw it clearly. When the boy shot out the white light, the energy from that light impacting the ice wall exploded like a balloon, but it didn't disperse. Instead, controlled by the boy's mental power, it formed into streams of airflow, hovering in the air.

And just as the man in white relaxed, assuming the boy’s attack was over and he wouldn't press the assault, the boy had, in a flash of lightning, condensed an ice spike and impaled him.

All this happened too quickly to describe, occurring in the blink of an eye. Ye Chen couldn't help but look at the boy twice more, his brow furrowed. To possess such composure and ruthlessness at this age meant he would surely become a formidable warlord in the future!

After the man in white died, the entire training hall fell into dead silence, as if all sound had been vacuumed out. Everyone exchanged wary glances. Then, the boy stepped forward, looked back at the crowd, and smiled sweetly, "He has the token for passing among his possessions. Anyone who wishes to leave only needs to take the token. As for what happened here, you should all understand: if the higher-ups find out, everyone will be dealt with together."

Hearing this, the crowd remained silent for a moment before an uproar suddenly erupted. Everyone rushed toward the man in white wildly, quickly stripping off his clothes and frantically searching for the qualification tokens. Once they secured their tokens, without another word, they immediately departed.

Seeing the crowd’s performance, the boy smiled faintly, turned, and walked to the side of the girl. He tenderly stroked her cheek and said softly, "Were you hurt? We can leave now."

The girl glanced at the corpse of the man in white, a look of reluctance crossing her face, before finally letting out a soft sigh. She took the boy’s hand and quickly left the area with him.

Ye Chen paid no further attention to the tragedy that unfolded here. His gaze was fixed on the silver light the boy had emitted at the last moment. With his insight, he directly perceived the deepest secret within it. After a moment of contemplation, he immediately understood.

"Is this the subtlety of the Frigid Light Talent? The inherent structure of Water Origin Power, the structure of cells, combined..." Ye Chen’s eyes shifted, and he slowly closed them. He concentrated his mental power and began to remodel the structure of his body's cells, adding the runic structure of Water Origin Power into the existing cellular energy, much like inserting a small segment of data into a massive data string.

After a long while.

Ye Chen opened his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"A century of enlightenment, Frigid Light finally achieved." He tilted his head back toward the sky, his heart joyous. The method he conceived in his mind had indeed worked. At this moment, his body possessed the Frigid Light Talent.

Ye Chen’s figure flashed, and he charged toward another tribal civilization, continuing his comprehension of the next culture.

Dark Heaven God and the others followed closely. Although they didn't know what Ye Chen was doing, they remained vigilant. During this century, they kept a close watch on Ye Chen while simultaneously working on their own enlightenment.

...

Earth.

In the core mantle, amidst the roaring molten magma, there was a golden space, resembling a dazzling sun suspended in place, emitting pure energy and heat.

Within this golden space lay a colossal golden heart in silent repose. Around this heart were numerous thread-like lines of various colors, which were distinctly the primordial laws of the universe.

The aura emanating from this heart, though not intense, permeated the entire vast cosmos.

"The Gate of the Ancient Gods is open. It seems everything is ready..." A voice steeped in antiquity slowly emerged from the heart. The golden light on the heart flashed brilliantly, then shrank exponentially, transforming into a tiny speck of light before vanishing.

...

Ancient Realm Peak.

Among the primeval continent and the twelve fractured continents, the Ancient Realm Peak had always been a place of legend. Those who ventured here for adventure were at least at the Divine Emperor realm; one misstep, and even experts of the Epoch Realm could perish within.

Only those at the Void Heaven Realm could move about here unimpeded.

When the Ancient God’s Dwelling first opened, swarms of headless ancient corpses suddenly appeared at the Ancient Realm Peak. Large numbers of adventurers were driven back to the primeval world, but these headless corpses did not pursue them into the primeval world. The reason was the immortal stone sculpture standing before the mountain of the Ancient Realm Peak.

This sculpture depicted a lifelike man in black, with a stern face, sharply defined eyebrows, and eyes as bright as stars, carrying a faint melancholy and sorrow, as if he had seen through the mortal trials of life and death. In his arms, he held a woman dressed in snow-white robes.

This woman was as pure as an angel. Though merely a stone sculpture, she exuded a transcendent aura far surpassing that of a Saintess. Her flawless face held a serene smile.

This stone sculpture had stood there for countless eons.

No one knew when they arrived; it was only when the first person entered the Ancient Realm Peak that the sculpture was discovered.

Later, after confirmation by the spiritual civilization, they realized the sculpture's subject bore a striking resemblance to the Four Sovereigns recorded in their ancestral registries. Coupled with the white-robed girl in his arms, they became utterly certain: this sculpture was the Fourth Sovereign!

If one were to name the strongest being besides the Ancient War Venerable and the Ancient God, there was no doubt—it was the Fourth Sovereign!

Legend held that the universe Ye Chen belonged to was called the Xuan Realm, a world conquered by the Four Sovereigns through countless battles, vast enough to encompass two Ghost God Realms.

Behind this sculpture, a terrifying sight unfolded: as far as the eye could see, the ground was covered by a massive, pitch-black legion of headless ancient corpses, as numerous as ants. The army knelt before the sculpture in perfect unison, as subservient as household servants.

"My old friends have awakened, have they..." A voice laden with sadness emanated from the sculpture. The stone head suddenly turned, gazing toward the sky. The eyes carved from stone held a trace of antiquity. Then, cracks suddenly spread across the stone body, and with a loud thump, it shattered, revealing a vibrant, flesh-and-blood physique.

"I never imagined this slumber would last for hundreds of millions of years..."

The Fourth Sovereign stretched lazily, then looked down at the soft, beautiful woman in his arms, his expression softening. "If this plan succeeds this time, perhaps I can bring you back to life..."

...

Deep within the Ancient Realm Peak.

A hazy white mist obscured the valley, and the cliffs rose steeply, crawling with many strange monsters. Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed from outside the valley, and a dark silhouette walked into the white mist, the fairy-like vapor twining around the figure’s steel-hard, black body.

As the white mist gradually dissipated, a towering, mountain-like figure was revealed—it was an ancient corpse, yet this one possessed a head. Its thick eyebrows were like blades, sweeping up into its hairline, full of fierce intensity.

This ancient corpse slowly walked into the depths of the valley, where the indistinct shape of a colossal mansion gate could be faintly seen through the mist. The ancient being stopped before the gate, looked up for a moment, then raised his left hand to press against his heart, speaking with immense piety and respect: "General, the destined great war has begun again..."

The silent mansion offered no sound.

A moment later, a massive roar suddenly erupted from within the mansion, and the immense gate began to slowly pull apart, as if revealing a brilliant scene from the Primordial Era once more.

This time, it was certain to stir up a storm of bloodshed even fiercer than before, sweeping across the entire world!

This was the doomsday for all living things!

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