A deep, bone-revealing gash burst open on Gu Qilin’s chest.
The shadow of the Infinite Scale tightly wrapped around the breastplate, attempting to suppress the wound... However, Gu Lushen’s spiritual power rampaged at the location of the wound, time and again preventing it from healing itself.
A vast amount of blood spread out.
Mr. Gu’s complexion turned deathly pale.
Crouched before the snowy woods, Gu Lushen gazed at the wound he had created and said softly, "Don’t worry... this injury won’t be fatal. Just lie here peacefully, and wait for the turmoil at the mausoleum to end. Once I become a Divine Throne, I will naturally come to save you."
Gu Qilin wanted to speak.
But at his throat, a rich scent of fresh blood surged up.
He coughed violently, so weak at the moment that he couldn’t utter a single word.
"Save your strength,"
Gu Lushen looked at the purple glow burrowing into the flesh of the chest and calmly said, "I know you really wish to die right now, but I’m sorry, you need to stay alive. This strand of spiritual power is enough to sever all your thoughts... You can’t escape, nor can you kill yourself. All you can do is wait. If when I become Divine Throne and return to you, you still wish to die. Then, I will satisfy you."
Mr. Gu slowly raised his head.
He stared at Gu Lushen for a long time.
Mr. Gu laughed, his laugh filled with scorn.
However, Gu Lushen did not care. He slowly rose, returning to his wheelchair, as the force of the Wine God Divine Throne Token that had enveloped his body suddenly dissipated, turning into a gust of spreading wind. With the disappearance of the purple glow, he reverted to a "disabled person" again, only able to move by pushing his wheelchair.
The leader of the Gu Family New Faction, pushing his wheelchair, left the desolate Snow Forest.
The bleak wind of the Great Cold swirled the dry leaves of the snow woods, rustling down like a leaf waterfall.
A snow-white dry leaf drifted from the sky.
Bai Xiu raised his head.
He stood in the open Snowfield, looking around. Everywhere he could see were desolate, vegetation-free snow mountains... Under the sky-obscuring dry snow, where did this dry leaf come from?
Bai Xiu stopped in his tracks.
He had been walking on this Snowfield for a long time.
After entering the mausoleum, he had lost contact with the Bai Family’s Transcendent team.
He had been to Qingzhong before, and of course knew what Qingzhong was like... No matter what the news said about that big explosion, it should not be in this state now.
An endless expanse of Snowfield!
His spiritual power was actually being suppressed, unable to radiate outward.
A powerful rule enveloped the space above the Snowfield.
It was the same for Bai Xiu as for others.
Everyone could only become "blind," relying on sight to find direction... However, this Snowfield had no direction at all, nothing but vast expanses, covered only by an endless silvery white that shrouded the eyes.
Bai Xiu realized that things within the mausoleum might not be as simple as he had initially thought.
Those fire meteors that had crashed into the Golden Gate were now buried in unknown snow pits.
And those Transcendents who wished to find the "Flame Dream" and repair the mausoleum, must be separated by the rules just like himself upon stepping through the Golden Gate.
This might not be the real world.
But a... Disaster Realm!
A dry leaf floated from an unknown place and slowly landed on his shoulder.
Bai Xiu furrowed his brows.
He paused his forward stepping, extending his hand to brush it off.
In the snow under his feet, a layer of dry snow shivered, and along with the sound of the breaking leaf, a slight noise came forth.
Accompanying it was a covert flash of silver sword light.
A sword tip broke through the snow... beneath the thick layer of snow, there was actually no soil, a gaunt figure burst through the snow layer, and the sword tip carried a chilling and concentrated intent to kill, as if wanting to tear Bai Xiu into two halves!
This time, there was no Qu Long to block the sword for Bai Xiu.
This time, there was no need for Qu Long to block the sword for Bai Xiu.
Bai Xiu, who had reached out to brush off the dry leaf, suddenly paused the step he had taken, unexpectedly retreating backwards as the burgeoning sword light brushed past his cheek... missing by mere millimeters, nearly grazing Bai Xiu’s cheek.
But the missed millimeters seemed like an accident.
Only, this accident... turned the intended assassination bursting from the snow into a joke.
The cold gleam that could have directly pierced through Bai Xiu’s jaw now only shredded a strand of black hair hanging in front of his forehead.
The "Mr. Jin" who emerged from the snow, his pupils constricted. This long-planned assassination was actually not much different from Tundra, but the result was worlds apart... he knew, in this world, all coincidences are inevitable.
The reason Bai Xiu retreated that half step was not out of luck.
In this special terrain where spiritual power could not expand outward, his dodge of this sword was purely based on his body’s reaction!
Since their last separation at Tundra, this lad... had only cultivated for a year!
With the first attack failing, Mr. Jin instantly struck out a horizontal slash!
His sword momentum changed in an instant, no longer sly and venomous, but broad and sweeping, sending out a wave of sword light!
Bai Xiu’s expression remained calm, his two fingers pinching directly at the sword light, shattering it!
This vibrating sword light didn’t seem to intend to kill him.
But instead, to test his strength.
Bai Xiu narrowed his eyes, he did not use the "Thunder Realm Walker", just pinched the sword light with his fingers, directly shattering it... After retreating half a step to avoid the sword, he immediately initiated an attack.