In the moment before being affected, a gigantic iceberg formed in front of the former Snow Demon King, taking the hit of the melody on his behalf.
But this move, specifically used by Chen Zhixing against the Snow Demon King, is not so easily blocked, is it?
After the black flame in front burnt through the glacier, a few sparks finally fell on the Snow Demon King. Chen Zhixing bent slightly to pay his respects.
"Senior, you are just a spiritual imprint left on this Frozen Plateau, your longevity withering, bound by the laws of life and death. If it weren’t so, I wouldn’t have dared to challenge recklessly."
The sound of cracking ice sculptures echoed.
It was as if the Snow Demon King’s body, tainted with black fire, was directly burned to the end of its waning lifespan, losing the very foundation of its existence, with cracks beginning to appear on its body.
Crack.
Crack.
Amidst the crashing sounds of shattering ice, this Snow Demon King let out a low sigh.
"You... are impressive."
The next moment.
In the depths of the cave, a pair of ice-blue eyes lit up.
Chen Zhixing sighed silently upon seeing this.
He knew that what he was facing in this third challenge was not just this one Snow Demon King....
...
An hour later.
At the bottom of the cave, which had expanded into a ten-thousand-foot chasm, Chen Zhixing received a fingernail-sized rhombic ice shard from the last Snow Demon King, slowly integrating it into his forehead.
Upon seeing this, the Snow Demon King revealed a trace of joy in its eyes.
That was the joy from the heart upon witnessing an outstanding successor.
"Child, do not mind your identity. From today onward, you are the most esteemed king of our Snow Demon Race. Can you feel it? At the moment you receive the throne from us, the entire permafrost is celebrating your coronation, and the cold winds between heaven and earth are calling your name."
Chen Zhi felt it.
As he merged the ice shard into his forehead, the Snow Demon King bloodline from his mother surged quickly, bursting forth with a power that even astonished Chen Zhixing. This power was resonating with the entire Frozen Plateau, a feeling of unity as if breathing together!
Indeed, in that instant, Chen Zhixing had truly become the king of the Snow Demon Race! The king of the entire Frozen Plateau! The Undying King!
Or perhaps, one of the prisoners tasked with guarding this cage....
Meanwhile, the peculiar power from the Frozen Plateau allowed him to experience the ’time’ of the Peak Realm while still in the Nirvana Realm!
The world was breathing.
The world was slowing down.
As the mark on his forehead lit up, the world in Chen Zhixing’s eyes seemed to become sluggish, with snowflakes almost halting, allowing him to perceive their falling trajectories.
"A wondrous feeling; is this what the power of the Peak is?"
When Chen Zhixing returned from this sluggish perception, the last former Snow Demon King had already shattered into pieces of broken ice. Chen Zhixing saw this and slowly bowed.
"Thank you, Senior, for imparting your teachings."
On the side, the Cyan Pheasant emitted a gentle white light, seemingly resonating with Chen Zhixing.
After Chen Zhixing stood up straight, the Sword Spirit Qingzhi quickly asked: "Young master, you have become the king of the Snow Demon Race now, but how will you leave this Frozen Soil Icefield?"
"Naturally, there is a way."
Chen Zhixing softly replied, "In fact, every Snow Demon King has had a method to leave the Frozen Plateau, as well as a way to take others with them. If not, my mother wouldn’t have met my father. It’s just that they chose not to leave but to inherit this responsibility."
"Ah? Then why didn’t they leave?" As a Sword Spirit, Qingzhi probably couldn’t comprehend what responsibility means.
"Because of responsibility."
"Oh, responsibility, right. Then, young master, how will you leave the Frozen Soil Icefield? Tell me!"
Learning that Chen Zhixing would not remain here forever, Qingzhi behaved very cheerfully, like a naïve young girl persistently asking questions.
"You’ll know when we get to the next challenge."
"Alright, alright!"
...
The fourth trial in the Snow Demon Ancestral Lands appeared unexpectedly vast.
It was truly just an ordinary grand hall.
When Chen Zhixing entered, he encountered murals carved on the walls. The first mural depicted a group of people who drifted to this Frozen Plateau, choosing to hide here to escape the chaos outside.
The second scene showed this group discovering a cave on the icefield and finding a coffin deep within. They chose to open the coffin and gained the power of immortality. Thus, the Snow Demon Race was born, and the woman who first found the coffin became the King of the Snow Demon Race.
In the third panel, those who gained immortal power lived and thrived happily in this icy world.
In the fourth panel, the Snow Demons discovered the harsh truth that they could not leave the icefield....
"Hmm?"
Noticing a scratched-out section on the mural, Chen Zhixing was surprised. After some thought, he chose to skip over it and look at the next mural.
"The fifth scene shows the Snow Demon Race, under the leadership of the first Snow Demon King, closing the coffin?"
Seeing the group on the mural sealing the coffin and kneeling before it before finally pushing it into a grand hall, Chen Zhixing raised his brow, seemingly realizing what content had been removed from the mural.
In the sixth panel, the Snow Demon Race began constructing the Frozen Soil Icefield, and a massive city appeared on the mural.