Chapter 1 Tundra

A silent storm churned in the sky above the snow-capped mountains of the tundra.

The dim, long night was ignited by "fireworks."

Scarlet blood burst forth.

The communication sound within the "silver foil" suddenly disappeared, and the whole world became incomparably quiet in an instant.

Apart from the churning sound of the snowstorm, there were only the continuous, sharp sounds of three fireworks exploding.

Mr. Zhuo, and the three-person team on another snow mountain, raised their heads, followed the sound, and silently looked towards the bright, bloody red color soaring into the sky in the distance.

Although it was very bloody and violent, one had to admit... this firework display was actually quite beautiful.

Very beautiful.

"Sha sha sha..."

After a brief silence.

The fireworks ended.

A rough sound of footsteps came from the linked network of mental power.

Judging by the sound, it seemed that someone had come to this "silver foil."

"Mr. Zhuo..."

The green-robed hypnotist's expression became somewhat terrified.

She had just wanted to say something when a hoarse greeting came from the silver foil, interrupting her voice.

"Hello..."

It was as if someone had dialed a phone, asking if anyone was there to answer.

A deathly silence.

So there was another: "Hello..."

Still no response.

Mr. Zhuo stared intently at the snow mountain where the fireworks had bloomed. The distance between the two snow mountains was not far, but the wind and snow were too heavy, and his eyesight could not clearly see the specific scene at the top of the opposite snow mountain. Even if he spread his mental power to the maximum range, he could only see a blurry shadow of snow.

"Has the Church offended you before?"

Finally, Mr. Zhuo spoke.

Judging from the other party's attack on the base, taking away the ancient coffin, and the subsequent series of operations... this could not be a warm-hearted "chivalrous person." It must be someone who had a long-standing grudge against the Church of the Evening Bell, and had been plotting this for a long time.

While speaking, he silently released his small sword, concealed all the sword's edges, and then gently stepped on the small sword. This small sword was actually not big, and being able to step on it was already extremely difficult.

The small sword slowly floated into the air.

And Mr. Zhuo just stood on the sword's body, slowly rising into the air in place with the swaying small sword.

He looked out at the wind and snow, trying to see the scene on that small mountain clearly through the height.

A calm voice came from the silver foil: "If you're talking about before... the Church has not offended me."

Mr. Zhuo frowned.

"Perhaps things don't have to be so serious. What do you want?" He lowered his voice, climbed to the highest point, and asked, "Hand over the coffin... we can talk."

The other side smiled.

"I want to see the stone slab that was first unearthed from the tomb."

As soon as these words were spoken.

Mr. Zhuo's heart skipped a beat... he realized the real danger.

The Church's confidentiality work regarding the "discovery" in the Jiangbei Tundra was extremely well done and had never been leaked to the outside world. Even the Church members dispatched to the north were carefully selected to ensure their loyalty before being sent out of Nanzhou.

But now... the news had been leaked!

This meant that there was a mole within the Church!

"You hand over the coffin, and we can talk about the stone slab." Mr. Zhuo took a deep breath. He saw the blurry figure swaying on the top of the snow mountain and prepared to control his sword and fly out. What needed to be done now was to stabilize the other party.

"Oh... is that so?"

The wind and snow were heavy.

Gu Shen, standing on the top of the mountain, raised his head.

His body was covered in blood. The wind blew the iron armor, and the blood slowly flowed along the carved folds of the iron armor, freezing into bright red ice shards in the mid-air.

Gu Shen looked at Mr. Zhuo, who was stepping on a small sword and suspended high in the distance, and smiled: "What if I don't hand over the coffin?"

"This matter... is not up to you."

Mr. Zhuo narrowed his eyes and said expressionlessly, "You can't escape the snow mountain."

The next moment!

A brilliant ray of sword light burst out from the small sword. This sealed item pierced through the wind and snow, tore through the night, and crashed down from the top of one snow mountain towards the sky above another snow mountain like a meteorite falling from the sky.

A huge mental power churned between Mr. Zhuo's eyebrows.

A very small "blank domain" condensed at the broken tip of the small sword. Wherever it passed, the heavy snow shattered, drawing out thousands of arcs of light like streamers!

And the next moment.

Mr. Zhuo, who had fallen on the top of the snow mountain, changed his expression abruptly. His mental power locked onto the blurry figure in the wind and snow... but when he really got close, he realized... this was not the young man he was looking for at all!

That figure had been decapitated, and his feet were nailed to the ground with snow-white long nails, swaying in the strong wind.

At his feet lay two more corpses.

And their missing heads...

Were the three streaks of "fireworks" that had been ignited and sent into the sky earlier!

Mr. Zhuo's face was pale.

He recalled the hypnotist's abruptly cut-off cry in the silver foil link... at this moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the only mountain he had not been to.

On the top of the mountain stood a young man.

Gu Shen nodded to Mr. Zhuo as a greeting.

He snapped his fingers.

This was a divine decree from the new world "Wilderness of Seasons."

Mental fragmentation.

Blazing fire explosion.

"...Boom!"

Behind Gu Shen, in the wind and snow, three beautiful and scarlet "flames" exploded!

The sound of the explosion shook the air!

The Evening Bell Church's robe was torn apart by the flames, burned to ashes by the high temperature, and billowing black smoke swelled and exploded in the sky above the snow mountain—

And at the moment when the black smoke poured out, Gu Shen, standing on the edge of the snow mountain cliff, gently took a step forward. This movement was very light, like a bird with folded wings, just falling straight down. The rolling black tide swallowed half of the snow mountain, as if swallowing him along with it. A second later, Gu Shen's falling figure exceeded the speed of the black tide's spread. At this moment, he was more like a sharp arrow, smashing towards the ground, completely disregarding the fate of his flesh and blood falling from a thousand-meter cliff!

When Mr. Zhuo saw the second "flesh and blood fireworks," his eyes were full of bloodshot!

He did not hesitate and jumped down along with Gu Shen.

This young man was like a ghost. His "mental power" containment technique had been cultivated to the point of perfection. If he were to jump into the vast snow, then he would probably have no chance to catch him!

The small sword accelerated rapidly in the air, bursting out with a roar that shattered the sound barrier.

Gu Shen, who was falling off the cliff, was expressionless.

He looked at the rapidly approaching figure in the distance... Mr. Zhuo's speed was extremely fast. This was an enemy whose cultivation time and ability strength far exceeded his own.

His ability was related to lightning... his killing method was similar to Senior Sister's "Storm Cut" blade...

He was very dependent on that "small sword."

Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

The small sword arrived in an instant.

Mr. Zhuo's mental power locked onto him.

He did not directly attack with the small sword, but stepped on the tip of the sword, stirring up a ray of extremely fast lightning!

A wisp of blazing fire ignited between Gu Shen's eyebrows... the arc of the Ruler of Truth swept out from his sleeve, and a pair of wings suddenly grew out of his back, close to the stone wall. In the rapid fall, these huge wings not only did not open, but were extremely retracted.

This made Gu Shen's falling speed even faster!

With a "boom" sound.

A piece of snow mountain rock wall was shattered!

Mr. Zhuo's face was gloomy, and the small sword's speed also soared. Like Gu Shen... he was now truly red-eyed, and there was no way he could let Gu Shen escape!

The two fell together, accelerating again and again!

Dozens of lightning rays shot out, but unfortunately Gu Shen was always able to accelerate again at the critical moment. Before these dozens of lightning rays hit the stone wall, Gu Shen had already fallen to the ground of the snowfield—

An unexpected thing happened.

The unfolded huge wings slammed suddenly.

The strong wind reversed.

In an instant, Gu Shen's speed dropped to the extreme.

He raised his hands and made a "pressing the ground" motion. In fact, these palms just happened to touch the snowfield. Because the distance control was so perfect, the thick snow layer was not broken at all.

Gu Shen's outstretched palms were not actually pressing.

But lifting!

Lifting!

The huge wings of truth reversed the wind and snow, and accompanied by Gu Shen's lifting movement with both hands, thousands of clumps of frost and snow rolled out from the bottom of the snowfield, and along with them, there were thousands of tiny iron lights!

Because of the stationing of the five major families and the activities of foreign forces, the Tundra area has never been peaceful. And under the ground of this snowfield, I don't know how many broken bones and abandoned scrap iron are hidden.

Under the cover of year-round heavy snow, no one would care what else is under the ground of this snowfield.

But Gu Shen noticed.

Because... he chose to bury the ancient coffin in the deepest part of the ground.

Under the snow layer are bones, and under the bones are abandoned waste iron.

Layer upon layer, finally the Iron Throne buried the ancient coffin deeply, and Gu Shen also noticed these useless "iron."

This iron is useless to others.

To him, it is very useful!

...

...

Mr. Zhuo's eyes were densely covered with iron light.

He was actually a little dizzy for a moment.

When did so many "swords" hide under the snow mountain?

No... these iron lights cannot be considered swords at all. There are patches of rust, some of which have completely rotted and will shatter at the slightest touch!

But what really made him feel棘手(jí shǒu - thorny/troublesome) was... each piece of rust was attached with a wisp of subtle "fire"!

Mr. Zhuo saw it very clearly.

The explosion at the base, and the two fireworks on the snow mountain just now, were essentially a strong explosion of "mental power." This young man's ability to control iron was just a gimmick of the sealed item!

This young man is actually a very terrifying mental power user!

And that "fire" is the embodiment of his mental power!

Second Team Leader Jie Ding died like this. The cut throat wound was not fatal, but the wisp of "mental fire" that swept into the body along the wound was the real fatal injury!

Mr. Zhuo, who had seen through all of this, had cold eyes.

He took a deep breath.

...

...

Thousands of winds and snows swept the iron light and slammed towards one person.

Gu Shen did not expect it.

Mr. Zhuo, stepping on the small sword, did not dodge at all... but instead came straight towards him.

These iron lights are actually not a killing move at all. His Iron Throne's cultivation realm is not enough, and it is even more impossible to kill a seventh-level transcendent—

But Gu Shen's hope is his "blazing fire"!

Mr. Zhuo, who is on the seventh level of the Deep Water Zone, has a domain!

He... also has one!

It's just that his domain is a mental domain!

As long as the Iron Throne creates a wisp of wound, the blazing fire can be attached to it, decisively launching hypnosis and dragging the opponent into his mental domain!

"Kill!"

Gu Shen did not have the slightest fear. He also took a deep breath and manipulated thousands of iron scales to kill Mr. Zhuo!

Who said that it is impossible for transcendents to fight beyond their realm!

Today, he will kill from below!

"Clang clang clang clang!"

However, a terrifying thing happened!

Mr. Zhuo was flowing with lightning all over his body, as if covered with a layer of lightning armor!

That small sword was taken off by him and instantly transformed into dozens of flowing shadows, perfectly covering his whole body! These thousands of iron scales were actually shattered by a small sword! Unable to get close at all!

Seeing this scene, Gu Shen instantly realized that there was a problem with his tactics...

The means of a seventh-level transcendent are not just a "domain"!

The wings of truth instantly lifted.

Gu Shen turned around and stepped on the mountain wall. At this moment, he retracted the giant wings behind him, but this pair of giant wings did not disappear completely, but turned into two small wings and inserted them into the position of the shin bone.

After retracting the giant wings, he no longer flew, but the wind resistance was reduced to the lowest level. Gu Shen's speed soared again. He stepped on the mountain wall, perpendicular to the snow mountain ground, and began to run at an extremely fast speed, as if walking on flat ground.

Mr. Zhuo, on the other hand, fell heavily on the snow with a slightly "clumsy" look.

Because of the previous defense, he no longer stepped on the small sword. After shattering all the iron light, his whole body was covered with lightning, as if wearing a dazzling close-fitting lightning armor. At this moment, he raised his eyes and saw Gu Shen's figure fleeing quickly. Mr. Zhuo calmed his Qi and blood, clenched the small sword, as if clutching a spear.

He held his breath, gathered strength, bent his waist, twisted his hips, and drew a full circle.

The next moment, the small sword was thrown out by him—

This action was completed in one go!

A long line pierced the night sky above the snow mountain!

The figure who was stepping on the mountain wall and was about to escape the top of the mountain was pierced by the small sword, and blood splattered!

Like a bird pierced by a spear.

The heavy snow sobbed.

The storm roared.

That figure fell towards the ground.

Mr. Zhuo looked expressionlessly at the figure falling into the snow. He was not in a hurry to move forward, but reached out and recalled his "small sword"... in the small pit in the snow, with a "swoosh" sound, the small sword swept back.

There was still a smear of blood on the sword.

Mr. Zhuo wiped it with two fingers, and the thunder agitated, wiping away all the turbid blood remaining on the sword.

He slowly came to the pit in the snow, squinted his eyes, and looked at the young man whose back was to him.

His aura was weak.

Blood was spreading.

He smiled with satisfaction and removed the lightning armor.

But the next moment.

Mr. Zhuo suddenly realized something was wrong...

In the base, his "one sword" also hit the other party, but it didn't even penetrate the other party's iron armor.

Wait a minute...

That extremely strong iron armor!

He suddenly turned his head and his pupils contracted.

The lightning armor instantly re-condensed!

But it was too late!

The snow layer under his feet churned, and a slender iron spear suddenly rose from the ground, extremely strong, piercing his lightning armor, entering from his back and exiting from his chest, piercing him and lifting him high.