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After dressing, Chen Junting placed the God Sealing Altar on the table.
Within it, white energy—representing ice and snow—surged restlessly.
"Human."
A crisp, icy female voice suddenly echoed beside Chen Junting's ear.
He gazed at the swirling embryonic form inside the platform, his tone calm. "Snow Empress, I'd have thought we were past formalities by now. Since I call you 'Snow Empress'—not 'soul beast' or 'Heavenly Snow Woman'—surely you could at least use my name."
Silence followed.
For a moment, the God Sealing Altar went utterly still. Then, after a brief pause, Snow Empress spoke—
"There is only one Heavenly Snow Woman in this world. When you say that name, you are calling me."
Before Chen Junting could respond, she added lightly, "Just kidding, Chen Junting."
Leave it to the Sovereign of the Far North to make jokes this frosty, Chen Junting thought wryly.
Aloud, he said, "Snow Empress, I've just broken through to Level 70. You know why I'm here. Have you made your decision?"
The platform fell silent once more.
Chen Junting didn't press. He simply sat quietly on the edge of the bed.
He understood her dilemma perfectly: she still clung to the hope of ascending to godhood on her own.
"I…" Snow Empress began—
—but before she could finish, two streaks of light—one dark gold, the other violet-black—shot from Chen Junting's forehead. They condensed midair, forming miniature versions of his two soul spirits: Mad King and Tyrant. (T/N: Tyrant is the Domineering Bone Dragon spirit soul)
"Nearly 700,000 years of cultivation—truly impressive," Tyrant remarked condescendingly, his lofty tone instantly grating on Snow Empress.
"Hmph—!"
A sharp, bone-chilling snort exploded through the room.
"A mere 100,000-year soul beast spirit—barely even a Fierce Beast-tier beast—and you dare judge this Empress? How utterly arrogant!"
"Arrogant?!" Tyrant hovered midair, lashing his draconic tail and coiling his body. "If I so much as utter my true name, I'd scare you to death! When I ruled this continent—shattering Angels, shaking the Beast Clans—you were still just a snowflake drifting in the void, not even born yet!"
"Hah." Snow Empress responded with icy disdain.
"Oh? You don't believe me?!" Tyrant whipped around, grabbed Chen Junting's collar, and shook him vigorously under Snow Empress's scornful gaze. "Quick! Little Junting—show her my old body! Give her a good fright!"
Chen Junting sighed inwardly at this incorrigible show-off. Ever since resolving his inner turmoil, Tyrant had reverted to his true, boisterous nature—
Like an overexcited Husky.
"Mad King," Chen Junting turned to the bear-like spirit, "want to join in?"
Mad King merely waved a massive paw dismissively and let out an exaggerated yawn.
"Fine," Chen Junting said.
With a casual wave, Mad King dissolved into light, reabsorbed into Chen Junting's body. Then, a pulse of divine consciousness—emanating from Electrolux within—radiated outward, instantly enveloping the Heavenly Spirit Chamber.
A gray six-pointed star array materialized.
As the gate to the Undead Demiplane swung open, Tyrant shot inside without hesitation. Snow Empress watched, the turbulent currents within the God Sealing Altar betraying her shock.
Ignoring her reaction, Chen Junting picked up the platform and stepped through.
In an instant, the world shifted—and before Snow Empress lay a gray-hued realm, vast and desolate.
"Snow Empress," Chen Junting said, "welcome to the Undead Demiplane."
"This… isn't the Douluo Continent anymore?!"
Her voice trembled with disbelief from within the platform.
At that moment, a wisp of gray energy swirled from Chen Junting's forehead—and Electrolux's form emerged.
Clad in a golden robe embroidered with arcane patterns, his white hair and beard exuding ancient wisdom and profound depth, Electrolux's mere presence stirred Snow Empress's primordial essence into unrest.
So powerful…
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice laced with icy caution.
Electrolux merely smiled. Wrinkles etched deep into his aged face, he replied gently, "I am this child's teacher—and a fragment of divine consciousness."
Chen Junting added, "The soul spirits you saw earlier are also fruits of my teacher's research."
Snow Empress shuddered. She'd known Chen Junting didn't create those spirits himself—but she never imagined their origin was a divine fragment.
"You're… a god's avatar?!"
Electrolux shook his head.
"No. I am merely a human who refused godhood."
Before her shock could fade—
ROOOAAR—!
A thunderous dragon's roar shook the demi-plane.
From the gate emerged the colossal skeletal remains of Tyrant—violet-black soulfire flickering in its eye sockets. Trapped within its ribcage was a sinister-looking infant—the sealed evil soul master Title Douluo Chen Junting had captured long ago. Since he'd had no time to interrogate the fiend, Electrolux had personally sealed him away: senses shut, body immobilized, all biological functions suspended. Alive in name only.
But that wasn't the focus now.
"Is this… your true body?!" Snow Empress gasped.
Even through the God Sealing Altar, she could feel its overwhelming power—equal to facing Di Tian himself.
As for the different appearance…
Soul essence never lies.
"Well?" Tyrant's bones clattered smugly. "Believe me now?"
Yet Snow Empress barely cared about that. Her mind raced instead: This dragon's cultivation in life far surpassed Di Tian's. In my knowledge, only one kind of being reaches such heights—
A god.
But… gods don't fall, do they?
When she voiced this doubt, Tyrant burst into laughter.
"I was slain by a god!"
He grew solemn. "Remember this: soul beasts can never become gods. It took death—and this second 'life'—for me to grasp that truth."
Then, as if recalling something vital, he added sharply:
"Not even if you take human form."
Those words shattered Snow Empress's last hope.
Seizing the opening, Chen Junting stepped forward.
"Snow Empress… what is your choice now?"
With a gesture, Tyrant detached from his skeletal remains and returned to spirit form, hovering beside Chen Junting.
"Will you forsake your old path and become my third soul spirit and seventh soul ring? Your soul will merge with my spiritual sea—preserved, unbroken. And on the day I ascend to godhood… you will be reborn."
An irresistible offer hung before her.
Electrolux watched silently from the side, saying nothing.
He saw clearly the flicker of survival instinct deep in her core. After all… the longer one lives, the harder it is to face oblivion.
"…Alright. I accept."
In that moment, Snow Empress made her choice.
"You won't regret it," Chen Junting said, a faint smile curving his lips.
He drew a finger across his brow—revealing a spider-shaped mark that pulsed with invisible authority.
Snow Empress stared, stunned.
Oh my god… I made the right bet!
"Surprised?" Tyrant circled the platform, teasing. "Lucky for you—you caught this chance just in time."
Chen Junting didn't explain further. Instead, he reached toward the God Sealing Altar.
"Snow Empress… prepare to emerge."
Shhhh—!
The seal broke. Soul power scattered like stardust.
Instantly, the temperature plummeted at a terrifying rate. Bone-deep cold swept through the demi-plane, blanketing it in snow and crystalline ice.
The desolate silence, now veiled in absolute frost, evoked the ancient verse:
"No birds fly over a thousand mountains; no footprints mark ten thousand paths."
Even Chen Junting—familiar with this realm's essence—felt a strange, poetic resonance.
Then, from the platform's core, a white, embryo-shaped wisp rose gently into the air.
It swirled, condensed—and transformed into a toddler-sized girl, no older than two or three. Plump and rosy-cheeked, she wore a flowing white gown, her appearance more adorably cherubic than conventionally beautiful.
"Well, isn't she cute?" Tyrant cooed, darting forward.
Ignoring Snow Empress's darkening expression, he reached to pinch her cheek—too fast, too close for Chen Junting to stop him.
Crack! Crack!
A soul-piercing chill flash-froze Tyrant solid. He plummeted to the ground with a heavy thud.
"Sigh… do you really think you still have your peak strength?" Chen Junting shook his head, recalling Tyrant into his spiritual sea.
"Hmph!" Snow Empress puffed out her cheeks indignantly—then quickly schooled her expression into icy composure.
"Let's begin."
"Not yet," Chen Junting stopped her.
"We can't form the contract here."
"Not here? Then where?" Snow Empress frowned, glancing around the silent demi-plane. "It's secluded, secure—your territory. Nothing could go wrong."
Chen Junting's expression remained calm.
"We'll do it back in the Heavenly Spirit Chamber."
Contracting within the demi-plane would hide nothing. Once they returned, Niu Tian and Titan would immediately sense that he'd not only broken through Level 70—but also acquired a Fierce Beast-tier soul ring—without leaving the room.
That would raise far too many questions… and risk exposing deeper secrets.
But if he openly bonded Snow Empress in plain sight? At worst, it would cause shock. No real suspicion—after all, in their eyes, what's one Snow Empress?
And from Tang San's perspective? He'd likely rejoice. The stronger Chen Junting became, the more powerful Tang San's future faction would be upon his ascension.
As for fears of Chen Junting growing too strong to control?
Please. The gap between a 1st-Class and a God-King wasn't bridged by a few high-year soul rings.
"Fine. I'll follow your lead," Snow Empress agreed.
Chen Junting turned to Electrolux.
"Teacher."
Electrolux nodded, dissolving once more into a wisp of gray energy that flowed back into Chen Junting's mind.
The gate reopened. Chen Junting and the child-form Snow Empress returned to the Douluo Plane.
"Teacher, please withdraw your divine awareness," Chen Junting murmured.
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Meanwhile, on the third floor of Hao Tian Fortress—
Niu Tian and Titan were focused on Huo Yuhao, watching his cultivation surge steadily.
"This kid really doesn't hold back, does he?" Titan crossed his arms, smirking.
Niu Tian shot him a glance—then suddenly stiffened.
"Wait… what's that energy?!"
Both their heads snapped toward the Heavenly Spirit Chamber.
"How is there a Fierce Beast's aura here?!"
Niu Tian's brow furrowed. "That's… Snow Empress of the Far North! Why on earth is she in Hao Tian Fortress?!"
Without another word, the two sect masters blurred into streaks of light—and leapt downward.
By the time they arrived, over a dozen middle-aged and elder Title Douluos already stood guard outside the chamber—every one of them sensing the aura, every face etched with wary tension.
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