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Time flowed slowly.
At the horizon, the setting sun sank, and the outline of a silver moon faintly appeared. At the edge of the sky, a rare sight emerged—sun and moon hanging in the sky together.
Wei Yang gradually pulled himself out of deep thought, exhaling slowly, gathering away all his scattered ideas.
He shook his head. Right now wasn't the time to pursue such things.
Too profound.
Step by step would be better.
His gaze swept lightly.
Beside him, Qing Lin was meditating in cultivation. Farther away, Xian'er still sat cross-legged in silence.
The entire valley was wrapped in serenity. Yet in Wei Yang's heart, without warning, a strange sense of unease suddenly surfaced.
The feeling came abruptly, like a sudden whim. But it also seemed to foreshadow that some kind of danger was quietly drawing near.
His brows furrowed slightly, then his eyes narrowed.
This inexplicable sense of foreboding—he certainly wouldn't ignore it.
At his level, he would never dismiss it as mere illusion. On the contrary, when it came to sensing danger, he had always been extremely sharp and sensitive.
"Could this be the calm before the storm?"
"Ice River Valley… or Hall of Souls?"
"Or perhaps… both?"
Wei Yang muttered to himself.
It had only been a few short days.
Ice River Valley shouldn't have such ability to track his group down so quickly.
To pull that off, only Hall of Souls could—those jackals who never let go once they bit.
He never doubted Hall of Souls's resources or their efficiency.
In fact, Hall of Souls, apart from their laughable performance when dealing with Xiao Yan—almost as if they had their intelligence forcefully lowered—in all other matters, they acted with brutal effectiveness.
That much, Wei Yang had already experienced firsthand.
He slowly closed his eyes, sending out a thought from deep within: "Ah Da."
Almost instantly, Ah Da's voice responded, "Master."
"Scout the surroundings carefully. I have a hunch… someone may be coming to cause us trouble."
"Yes."
After giving Ah Da his order, Wei Yang opened his eyes again, his gaze drifting once more toward Xian'er in the distance.
Sweeping lightly across her figure, his eyes finally settled on her lower abdomen. There, a vast energy was faintly surging. Even across distance and through the obstruction of her body, Wei Yang could clearly sense the terrifying immensity of that power.
And those energies were continuously compressing toward the core at a speed visible to the naked eye.
With that condensation, Xian'er's delicate body gradually radiated a faint luster, soft and luminous like warm jade.
From afar, she looked like a holy immortal maiden, noble and ethereal. Her white robes and hair fluttered lightly, her skin like creamy jade.
At this moment, Xian'er's beauty was peerless—so alluring it stole breath away.
Wei Yang slowly withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and quietly circulated his energy, waiting in silence.
As long as Xian'er could complete her metamorphosis safely, nothing else mattered.
Several days passed in the blink of an eye.
That day, outside the Fallen God Stream—usually desolate, rarely touched by human presence—an unexpected chill began to spread.
The temperature suddenly plummeted, and in the skies above, fine snowflakes drifted gently down.
Then, from the horizon, countless white shadows came sweeping toward the entrance of Fallen God Stream.
Looking closely, every one of those white figures wore the same emblem upon their chests.
It was a snowflake, dazzling and beautiful, but carrying bone-chilling cold. Anyone with knowledge would recognize it instantly—this was the insignia of Ice River Valley.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~
The sound of tearing wind filled the skies.
White shadows streaked through the air in countless numbers, their aura shaking the heavens.
Each of them bore enormous ice wings upon their backs, flapping as they flew. Judging by their energy, even the weakest among them was a Dou Wang.
With one glance, their numbers were uncountable!
To say they blotted out the skies might be a bit of an exaggeration—but they easily filled the mountains and valleys.
Terrifying waves of cold power poured unceasingly out from their bodies.
So much so, it directly altered the environment of heaven and earth—the sudden drop in temperature, and the snowflakes drifting down from the sky, were all the result of this overwhelming surge of cold.
One of the Three Great Valleys—Ice River Valley—had, on this day, mobilized a masse, practically their entire might, and descended upon the outside of Fallen God Stream.
The surging tide of cold air turned the hundred miles around the entrance of Fallen God Stream into a land of ice and snow.
In that instant, several figures slowly stepped through the air.
When they drew near the entrance, they halted in midair, their indifferent gazes sweeping over the dark fissures that marred the ground below.
Among these figures, aside from several powerful Dou Zong experts—elders of Ice River Valley—the leader was none other than the white-furred elder who had held a seat of honor in the great hall that day.
The elder's hair and beard were completely white, and his face always carried a gentle smile, giving him the look of an amiable elder.
Yet from the respect and reverence the disciples of Ice River Valley showed him, it was clear this elder was anything but ordinary.
This was Ice River Valley's Great Elder: Tian Shuang Zi.
In the past, he had been equal in status to the late Tian She, standing on the same level. But eight years ago, Tian Shuang Zi had successfully broken through his shackles, stepping into the Dou Zun realm, thus becoming second in authority only to Bing Zun Zhe within the valley.
"All disciples of Ice River Valley, heed my command. Enter Fallen God Stream. Even if you must dig three feet into the earth, you must find those five people!"
The faint, aged voice of Tian Shuang Zi echoed from his lips, carried by surging Dou Qi, reverberating through the void until it rang clearly in every ear.
"Respectfully obeying Great Elder's command!" Countless white shadows bowed in unison, their voices thundering.
Immediately, the vast army descended, flooding into Fallen God Stream through its entrance. Like a white flood at last finding its outlet, they surged forth in torrents.
After entering, the white "flood" split into countless streams, spreading out in all directions.
Moments later, the last of the army had poured in.
Seeing this, Tian Shuang Zi smiled faintly. "Let us go as well."
With that, he stepped forward leisurely.
Though his movement seemed as casual as a stroll through a courtyard, in a blink he was at the entrance, and with another step, he vanished entirely.
Behind him, several Dou Zong experts quickly followed.
With Ice River Valley's army flooding in, Fallen God Stream, which had only recently fallen silent, became lively once more.
The disciples who scoured the gorge inevitably clashed with its poisonous beasts. And as the search went deeper, these clashes grew increasingly fierce.
Bursts of energy flared from time to time, and with each moment, untold poisonous creatures perished.
Among Ice River Valley's disciples, casualties also occurred from time to time.
But the higher-ups of Ice River Valley paid it no mind. In their eyes, as long as they could seize the Woeful Poison Body, such minor losses were hardly worth mentioning.
Yet as time slipped by, even after three days, Ice River Valley's forces still failed to find any trace of Wei Yang's group.
Until, at a certain moment—
Far at the horizon, the poisonous clouds in the sky suddenly began to writhe violently without warning.
Then, under the stunned gazes of countless white shadows and poisonous beasts, the heavy toxic clouds began to descend visibly!
The scene was like the heavens themselves collapsing downward, filling hearts with terror, leaving them trembling uncontrollably.
At the same time, in the depths of Fallen God Stream, a patch of poisonous clouds slowly began to rotate, gradually forming into a vast vortex.
The vortex took the shape of an inverted funnel, wide at the top, narrow at the bottom, hanging down straight as a toxic cloud tornado. Its tip connected to a place deep within the gorge.
Like a dragon drawing water, the poisonous cloud vortex seemed to link heaven and earth.
Countless white shadows and poisonous beasts could only stare dumbfounded, their heads lifted, watching this awe-inspiring sight.
The toxic clouds churned above, rotating downward.
Such apocalyptic imagery spread panic and unrest through both the white shadows and the beasts.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At that moment, several white shadows shot up from a deep fissure in the gorge, finally halting high in the air, raising their heads to gaze at the crushing canopy of poisonous clouds.
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