Chapter 1 Ice Sea

The ice sea.

Days of raging waves finally dissipated.

Chun Li slowly approached the Tide Cage. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the man before him, who had only a breath left.

The ice sea climate had been extremely harsh these past few days.

For a fourth-tier extraordinary with a domain, this wouldn't have been much, but Red Dragon was trapped within the [Tide] authority. After the last bitter battle, he didn't even have the strength to open his domain.

The successive days of storms had torn open all of Red Dragon's wounds.

"Red Dragon, I have good news for you."

Saint Chun Li smiled. "The Ancient Text Society has agreed to all of Holy City's demands... It's quite surprising. I thought they had already given up on you."

Strands of hair, soaked with seawater, hung down, obscuring Red Dragon's face.

Red Dragon's voice was very hoarse.

Storm God's Seat said calmly, "Whether or not you can live depends on who buys you."

Postpone the transaction with the Ancient Text Society.

For Storm God's Seat, the deal Red Dragon proposed was far better than acquiring two sets of resources!

This was a good thing.

Because such underhanded tricks like transaction ambushes can only be used once!

Storm God's Seat had issued an edict to Saint Chun Li, conveying his intention to keep Lu Li and use him for his own purposes…

Red Dragon raised his head, looking at the tides swirling around him. He suddenly asked, "I can die, die in Central Continent, die in the ice sea, die anywhere... but if I'm destined to die, why not let me die with some value?"

Lu Li said hoarsely, "This is my only request."

This was not delirium. "Good, very good."

Of course, this was just a "show of courtesy." He rarely smiled.

Lu Li raised his face, grinned, revealing a face full of bloodstains, and said, "With... the identity of the former First Envoy of the Source Tower."

Live on.

Saint Chun Li was his loyal follower. Whether to do it or not, that was what the Saint should consider.

Red Dragon was going to leave the Southern Continent with Stormwind.

From above the sea, came Storm God's Seat's meaningful order.

"You go in."

If Central Continent reaches a deal.

This time, Chun Li's actions made Storm God's Seat feel a little displeased. There had been many similar displeasures, but he never mentioned them, because Holy City could not do without this Saint… Such a large organization was far from enough with only one spiritual leader.

But as it happened, Saint Chun Li hadn't killed him. "I can swear on my soul."

He stretched out a palm and wiped the bloodstains from his face.

For Storm God's Seat, the more capable subordinates he had, the better.

It was to dispel the Ancient Text Society's desire for a deal—Storm God's Seat narrowed his eyes.

Saint Chun Li was stunned. But even so.

He waved his sleeve amiably, dissolving the water cage that imprisoned Red Dragon.

But Saint Chun Li's hatred for the "Ancient Text Society" made him commit "torture" behaviors that exceeded the limits of the edict.

Although Qing Long was the highest authority of the Source Tower, the Divine Officer system was established by Tian Shui.

Storm God's Seat said indifferently, "You want to see me? Now you see me."

Red Dragon lowered his eyes and said slowly, "When I was stationed on Yuan Ting Island, I discovered some doubts. The Storm Church doesn't seem interested in the wars of the Seven Continents. I guess you're planning to leave here."

Such a super strong person naturally has his own arrogance!

"Sign a contract, or give up."

Holy City was declining, Stormwind was very large, and this migration could take away more than ten thousand people, more than enough to take the core members of the church.

Now, in the Storm Church, if the God's Seat doesn't appear, Saint Chun Li handles all affairs alone.

Red Dragon would become the second-in-command of the Storm Church. What could be more trustworthy than an extraordinary who has signed a soul contract?

After bowing, Saint Chun Li left without the slightest hesitation, stepping on the tide and fleeing away.

Tian Shui had also contributed to this. As Red Dragon's teacher, Tian Shui refused Qing Long's gift of tokens several times on the grounds that "Envoy Lu Li is burdened with heavy responsibilities and should not leave his post."

The conditions offered by Red Dragon made him a little tempted.

"Let them go?"

This meant that he could train Red Dragon into his most powerful [Apostle]. As long as he gave Red Dragon some time, surpassing Saint Chun Li would not be a problem at all!

Saint Chun Li wanted to interrupt again, but couldn't get a word in.

Saint Chun Li seemed to have heard a very funny joke. He looked at Red Dragon playfully and asked with a smile, "Are you begging me? Do you have the right to beg me?" Most importantly, he knew the intelligence of Central Continent!

Lu Li's voice was very hesitant.

"You seem to have misunderstood one thing."

Now it seemed that this matter was not as troublesome as expected.

Red Dragon said seriously, "Let's make a deal. I'll be the Saint under your command, the kind who bares his heart and soul... Even if you want to escape, the church still needs a strong person who can hold the fort, and also needs a second-in-command who can form a balance with 'Chun Li'."

"I want to see you in person." The intention was still a bit too obvious.

He couldn't possibly handle everything himself.

Storm smiled. "So?"

"Delaying the deal with the Ancient Text Society is not a bad choice for you."

He had no evidence, only speculation.

Such a person, if he could be kept under his command, would definitely be better than killing him.

Storm God's Seat let him leave, so he could only leave.

"I want to live... but I'm not afraid to die."

"You are indeed a clever man." Rumble.

"Let them go."

The Source Tower was a very good example.

Red Dragon, such a super strong person in his prime, was a precious resource that could not be exchanged for any number of source energy boats. To be able to make Red Dragon bow his head and willingly give his life.

"I want to live."

Red Dragon smiled in a low voice, he even used honorifics: "So you have seen everything that has happened here, every word and every sentence I have spoken with Chun Li, you have heard them all."

Storm God's Seat didn't want his church to take the same old road. However, his relationship with Chun Li was different from Qing Long's and Tian Shui's.

This was human instinct, and also the most important creed in the extraordinary world.

But some things were ultimately not up to him to decide.

He himself was the First Envoy of the Source Tower, with high enough talent and strong enough strength.

Then, it would be better to kill him.

How he and Chun Li would fight was destined to be a loss.

"I can probably guess what you are going to do..." Red Dragon smiled.

Red Dragon still chose to fight Saint Chun Li like a mad dog. He didn't care about defeat, what he wanted... was Storm God's Seat's attitude. Now he could see that he had exhausted all his cards and was still suppressed by Saint Chun Li's origin power. With Saint Chun Li's hatred for the Ancient Text Society, he would definitely not let him live.

In his plan.

Hearing this, a happy smile finally appeared on Storm God's Seat's face.

His biggest goal was still to take Red Dragon under his wing.

It was just that for Saint Chun Li, this transaction was not a good thing, because his biggest purpose in suppressing Red Dragon was actually to slaughter the Ancient Text Society once, and to kill those he couldn't stand before leaving the Seven Continents, or even if he couldn't kill them, to severely injure them.

But…

On the other hand, Red Dragon guessed that Storm God's Seat really didn't want to kill him.

"You are right."

"... ... " Storm God's Seat smiled slightly, noncommittally.

The reason was very simple.

However, in the next moment, countless winds and waves swirled around, as if in response to Red Dragon's low voice. The incomplete ripples surged under the sea, and Saint Chun Li's expression suddenly became solemn.

"Ha…"

After hearing this, Storm God's Seat fell silent. "Lord God's Seat!"

He raised his head, looking at the Saint Chun Li in front of him.

Beyond the water cage, a figure rose from the ground, his feet touching the sea surface, swaying with the waves.

Storm God's Seat letting the Ancient Text Society go not only meant that Chun Li's plan had failed.

Saint Chun Li's expression cleared up. Lu Li wanted to bypass him and talk directly to Lord God's Seat?

Wen Gu.

And he could control the young Chun Li.

"If you really want to take me under your command, then let the Ancient Text Society go. That's the only thing I care about in the Seven Continents."

Red Dragon still didn't forget to use honorifics. He smiled with difficulty: "But am I not a commodity, to be decided by you? If I'm not mistaken, even if you get the 'bargaining chip', you don't intend to let me go back like that, do you?"

"I know, the entire sea area of Yuan Ting Island... belongs to you."

In fact.

The Source Tower had thrown olive branches at him several times. Red Dragon was silent again for several seconds.

Storm said gently: "I am not preparing to let him go, neither Central Continent nor Ancient Text Society will get him..."

What was he thinking!

Saint Chun Li's expression was complicated, he could only obediently lower his head and grit his teeth: "Yes... Lord."

Chun Li's oppression and torment of Red Dragon led to today's situation.

On the one hand, it was to keep Lu Li as a bargaining chip…

A meaningful smile appeared on Storm God's Seat's face.

Lu Li took a deep breath and said word by word.

"I can promise you, let the Ancient Text Society go." The matter had come to this point.

Storm God's Seat looked down at the woman in front of him and said: "But the premise is that you must sign a soul contract with me now..." wAp.kanshu.net

Saint Chun Li frowned, somewhat puzzled.

Saint Chun Li knew that there was no exaggeration in what Red Dragon said, this entire sea area belonged to Lord God's Seat.

"If you promise me today to let the Ancient Text Society go... then you don't need to bother with how to make me convert. I am willing to dedicate my soul to the Storm Church and sign a destiny agreement with you. The contents of the agreement will all be drafted by you."

Storm God's Seat shook his head and said indifferently: "From beginning to end, you have never been qualified to make a deal with me."

"I'll give him ten minutes to consider." This deal was worth it!

He knew that Storm God's Seat had been paying attention to him. He lowered his head and said softly: "I'm not begging you."

"Have you forgotten my true identity?"

"I don't care about my ending."

But the premise was that Lu Li had not received any "contamination" from other sparks.

Then…

Then… judging from Lu Li's betrayal of the Source Tower, it would be difficult for him to survive.

The "origin of authority" he possessed could be taken back at any time as long as he was willing.

Even if he really risked his life, it would be meaningless.

Red Dragon smiled casually: "But I have the right to retain my last dignity."

Storm God's Seat was standing here, whether the tide cage existed or not was not important at all. Even if Red Dragon had ten pairs of wings on his back, it would be absolutely impossible for him to escape from the ice sea.

"Have you been lurking in the Source Tower for so many years, and haven't accepted Qing Long's token?"

Storm God's Seat believed that once he dared to touch Lu Li's spiritual sea, the latter would "commit suicide" without hesitation, not giving him a chance to tamper with his cognition.

Storm remained calm and asked a question that was very important to him.

Don't kill.

How could Lord God's Seat pay attention to a prisoner of the lower ranks?

The explosion at the ice sea ruins.

The Source Tower never lacked apostles, so this matter was only mentioned a few times, and in the end it was all dropped.

He seemed to be talking to himself.

But from the source of Chun Li's roots, Red Dragon had politely declined.

No one wanted to die, and Red Dragon was no exception. "I'm just a commodity."

Storm God's Seat pondered for a moment and smiled: "It's not impossible, how do you want me to let them go?"

This was Storm's attitude.

What he wanted most was a Red Dragon who had thoughts, wisdom, and the ability to act, and who was willing to work for him from the bottom of his heart.

So Storm God's Seat planned to suppress Red Dragon first, and then bring him to Stormwind, slowly assimilate him, and try to convert Red Dragon into his believer.

Red Dragon smiled mockingly and said, "I am a spy of the Ancient Text Society, do you think... I would accept Qing Long's token?"

He was second only to one person and above ten thousand in the Southern Continent.

Red Dragon brought the topic back to himself: "So this transaction is not important, anyway you won't hand me over."

Lord God's Seat didn't need to show up.

Saint Chun Li said in a deep voice: "I can handle this matter properly, you don't need to worry about it yourself..."

Because once an accident occurred, Storm God's Seat would take action. In this sea area, he was the only king.

There were no more words.

"You are indeed not qualified to make a deal with me."

As a God's Seat, he had many ways to invade Lu Li's spiritual sea, to carry out "will washing" on him, and even to try to tamper with Red Dragon's cognition.

From the results, this was a good thing.

But what would happen on the journey of drifting in the [Old World], no one knew.

Right and wrong were the God's Seat's business.

[Tide] could listen to the voices of all things in this sea area.

The tide surged, and ripples swept across, a piece of azure brilliance splashed and appeared in front of Red Dragon.

If it was not absolutely necessary.

What's more... he could also take the opportunity to cheat Central Continent once, at least he could get part of the expected trading chips.

He really didn't want to take risks.

If what he got was an empty shell of a walking corpse.

Storm God's Seat said indifferently: "Why should I agree to him?"

The God's Seat's orders should be unconditionally believed by the Saints under his command, even if he knew that this was an accurate order, and executing it would cause a big mistake.

Chun Li could control most of the Storm Church. One Saint Chun Li was obviously not enough!

In Storm God's Seat's original plan, after this transaction, the church members would immediately board Stormwind, leave the ice sea, and go directly south! From then on, the complicated affairs of the Seven Continents would have nothing to do with him!

Since Red Dragon was willing to sign a soul contract with him.

This was the "Destiny Contract" condensed by Storm God's Seat with the power of his own spark.

In just seventy or eighty years, he had cultivated to the peak of the title, and was only one step away from touching the origin. Red Dragon's cultivation talent was also one of the top ten geniuses in the entire Seven Continents today.

But Storm didn't use these methods from the beginning.

It also meant.

"Whirring..."

Red Dragon said sharply: "You should want to set the transaction dates for both parties on the same day, and then kill the chips and traders of the Central Continent Ancient Text Society together."

"Postpone the transaction date of the Ancient Text Society."