Chapter 127 Primordial Immortal Lord: Don't even mention the small Martial King's Mansion, even an Immortal King would back you up!
"Well, in that case, the Kunpeng Technique shall be given to my successor."
The gods grew more and more excited as they spoke, as if they could already see the glorious future of the Asura God-King leading them to conquer other worlds and plunder resources.
And they began to distribute the treasures of that world on their own.
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The far north, the core area.
This is the coldest and purest place in the Douluo Continent.
Amidst the swirling snowflakes, two stunningly beautiful figures gazed intently at the light screen in the sky.
"Sister, did you see that?"
Hyotei was dressed in a long, emerald-green dress, her pretty face flushed.
Those once proud eyes were now fixed on the man in white robes in the scene, like a young girl in love.
"That man named Jiang Chen, he's so strong!"
"And he's so handsome..."
Hyotei's voice was so soft and sweet it was almost dripping with water; where was the majesty of the Three Heavenly Kings of the Far North?
"The white robe he wore looked more crystalline than ten-thousand-year-old Xuanbing marrow, and more flawless than the purest snowflakes in the far north."
"And look at the way he looks at that little one, oh my god, it's so gentle!"
"If he could just pat my head like that, I'd give him the entire far north as my dowry!"
Although Xue Di wasn't as exaggerated as Bing Di, her clear, cold eyes, as cold as ice and snow, were already completely captivated.
She stood quietly in the wind and snow, her white clothes fluttering, like a snow fairy.
But her gaze never left Jiang Chen's figure.
"The Lord of the Primordial Celestial Court..."
The Snow Empress murmured softly, her voice ethereal and melodious, carrying a deep longing.
"This is the true demeanor of a strong person."
"No action is needed; simply standing there speaks volumes. That's what a man is!"
After saying that, Xue Di stretched out a white, jade-like hand to catch a falling snowflake.
In the past, she thought ice and snow were the most beautiful things in the world.
But the moment she saw Jiang Chen, she suddenly felt that the blizzard was just a backdrop for that man.
"Bing'er," the Snow Emperor suddenly spoke, her tone becoming more resolute than ever before.
"What's wrong, sister?" Hyotei turned her head and asked, somewhat bewildered.
"I want to cultivate."
The Snow Empress gazed at the distant screen and murmured to herself:
"In the past, we cultivated in order to overcome the heavenly tribulation and to survive."
"But now..."
"I want to become stronger, strong enough that one day I can break free from the shackles of this world."
"I want to go to that world."
"I want to... be closer to him."
"Even if I can only see him from afar, even if I can only be a snow lotus in his celestial court, I would be willing."
Upon hearing this, Hyotei, though surprised, nodded emphatically and clenched her fists.
"Sister is right! We can't just grow old and die in this far north!"
"Since that world has a plant-type powerhouse like Liu Shen, it might also have an opportunity suitable for us!"
"Let's go too!"
"For Lord Jiang Chen! Charge!!"
And so it went, amidst the swirling snow.
For the first time, the two rulers of the far north were seized by the sight of Jiang Chen and had a crazy thought of breaking through the void to follow him.
And all of this was simply because that man uttered a single sentence softly at the entrance of the windswept, sandy village:
"Don't cry, sweetie."
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the land of Shicun, giving the wilderness a golden-red hue.
Jiang Chen's palms were warm and smooth like jade, not as cold and unapproachable as one might imagine an immortal. Instead, they exuded a reassuring warmth.
The little one looked up blankly, gazing through teary eyes at the older brother in white robes.
Although the face was shrouded in a faint celestial glow, those eyes felt incredibly familiar to him.
"It's you..."
Upon seeing who it was, the little boy sniffed, his voice still hoarse from crying, and said, "Big brother? Didn't you leave? Why are you back?"
He remembered this person.
Not long ago, it was this older brother who brought that little Taoist boy down with him, gave him delicious animal milk, and even patted his head.
That was the first time he had felt goodwill from powerful figures outside the clan leader and Liu Shen.
Jiang Chen smiled slightly, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze, instantly dispelling the lingering sadness around him.
"When I heard someone crying and saying that they had been wronged, I returned."
Jiang Chen gently wiped away a tear from the corner of the little one's eye. His voice was soft, yet it seemed to contain the power to stabilize the world.
"Since we've been wronged, let's go and get our revenge."
"But…" The little boy turned his head and looked at the villagers behind him with some worry, who were holding bone clubs and ready to die. His little hands unconsciously gripped Jiang Chen's sleeve.
"Grandpa and the others don't have any magical artifacts, and the people of Shi Kingdom are very fierce. I'm scared..."
"Afraid?"
Jiang Chen followed his gaze and swept it over the villagers.
As they were gazed upon by those eyes, Shi Yunfeng and the others felt a warmth spread through their bodies, as if all their hidden ailments had been healed in that instant.
"With me here."
Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and looked back at the little one, his tone calm, yet domineering and unreasonable:
"Let alone the Stone Kingdom in this mere lower realm of the Eight Regions."
"Even if a Celestial King from the highest heavens were to come, as long as I stand here, no one can touch a single blade of grass or tree in Stone Village."
After speaking, Jiang Chen did not release the little boy's hand, but instead slightly turned his head and instructed the Daoist boy still kneeling on the ground behind him:
"The Way of One".
"If you are going on a long journey, how can you be without a boat?"
"Bring out the warships you brought down."
Upon hearing this, the kneeling Taoist boy immediately understood and jumped up from the ground. He then patted the dirt off his knees and said with a grin:
"Alright! Master, your disciple is all ready!"
"These bumpkins from the lower realm have never seen the world."
"That lousy wooden boat from the Rain Clan dares to call itself a warship? That's laughable!"
As he spoke, the young Taoist reached out and patted the Qiankun bag at his waist.
"Although it's just a cargo ship discarded by our Celestial Court's Miscellaneous Affairs Department, it's enough to scare them to death in this lower realm!"
"boom!"
As the Daoist chant faded, the void in front of them suddenly collapsed.
Immediately afterwards, an ancient warship of indescribable size slowly emerged from the void.
The warship was forged entirely from an unknown black gold, and its hull was covered with mottled marks from swords and blades, left behind by some terrifying being.
At the bow of the ship is a huge dragon head, roaring menacingly, as if it wants to devour people.
The ship's hull was engraved with a map of the stars in the heavens. As the warship appeared, the surrounding light seemed to be swallowed up, turning the area into a dark and terrifying place.
What was most shocking was that the warship was surrounded by a faint aura of immortality, which made the laws of this world groan as if they could not bear its weight.
Compared to that, the Rain King's so-called Rain Clan warship was as rudimentary as a child's paper boat.
"My God..."
Upon seeing the warship that had appeared out of nowhere, Er Meng dropped the bone club in his hand with a clatter, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.
Shi Linhu behind him swallowed hard, his eyes widening like copper bells.
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