Novel Full Chapter 866 Frozen Sangfroid Temple
Chapter 866 Frozen Sangfroid Temple
Upon returning to their quarters at the inn, the group convened around a sturdy wooden table, scattering the acquired scrolls and the luminescent orb from the Crystal Spire across its surface. The orb cast a virtual image over the map of the Northern Continent, revealing intricate details of its geography and the locations of its different powers.
Mira immediately began to examine the scrolls while the others focused on the illuminated map. “The Northern Continent is a land with a slightly different power structure than what we’re used to,” she observed, her voice carrying a note of intrigue. “Here, the Orthodox Sects are known for their control over elements like ice, water, darkness, and snow. While the Unorthodox Sects master fire and lightning.”
Hana leaned in, her eyes tracing the map’s symbols. “Where are these Sects located?”
Mira pointed to the northern and eastern regions, marked with symbols of snowflakes and waves. “The Orthodox Sects, like the Frozen Sangfroid Temple and the Abyssal Night Sect, hold sway here. They’re revered for their profound mastery over the more Yin-inclined elements..”
She then gestured towards the southern and western parts of the continent, where symbols of flames and lightning bolts were prominent. “In contrast, the Unorthodox Sects, such as the Blazing Sun Sect and the Thunderstrike Pavilion, reign over these lands. What they specialize in should be self-explanatory.”
Linnea, absorbing the information, asked, “What about the wandering cultivators? Are there any that we should be particularly wary of?”
Unrolling another scroll, Mira identified several key figures. “There are a few. Notably, Valerian, a legendary figure rumored to have attained the pinnacle of Lightning Mastery, roams the western highlands.”
Dominique, her interest piqued, inquired, “And the danger zones? Any specific places we should avoid?”
Mira examined the map intently. “Certainly. The Eternal Frostlands in the far north are a maze of glaciers and ice beasts. The Shadowmoor Forest, nestled in the northeast, is a realm of darkness and supposed “forbidden arts”, whatever that means. Then there’s the Inferno Valley, which is surprisingly filled with volcanic eruptions and fire elementals.”
Fascinated by the detailed mapping, Elenei commented, “This continent’s intricacies are astonishing. The distribution of power, the elemental affinities… It’s quite unique. I would’ve thought that there’d only be people with ice affinities up here.”
Mira’s expression grew serious. “Indeed. It’s a delicate balance between the Orthodox and Unorthodox Sects, each with its own set of alliances and enmities.”
Then, she gave a predatory smile, “Looks like things’ll be interesting.”
They spent the rest of the evening strategizing their approach. “Our first destination should be the Frozen Sangfroid Temple,” Mira decided. “Their knowledge of ice-based techniques could be useful.”
With plans set, they retired for the night, each contemplating the journey ahead. Mira lay in her bed, thoughts swirling. The Northern Continent was not just a land of mystique and danger; it was a crucible of elemental powers, where every step they took could lead to untold discoveries or grave dangers.
As dawn broke, they set out towards the Frozen Sangfroid Temple.
After days of travel, the majestic gates of the Frozen Sangfroid Temple loomed before them. Adorned with intricate ice sculptures and a myriad of formations, the frozen gates barred their entry.
Before engaging with the disciples guarding the entrance, Mira took a moment to recount the history of the Temple. ‘The Frozen Sangfroid Temple, steeped in centuries of history, is renowned for its profound mastery over ice-based cultivation techniques,’ she thought, her eyes scanning the imposing structure. ‘Founded by the legendary Ice Sage Yulian, it has stood as a bastion of the Orthodox Sects, training its disciples in the arts of ice manipulation, frost conjuration, and mental fortitude.’
‘Their techniques are not just about brute force; they focus on control, precision, and the subtle interplay of mind and element. The Temple’s attitude towards cultivation is one of solemnity and reverence. They view their affinity with ice not as a mere tool but as a path to spiritual enlightenment.’
As Mira finished her brief recap, her gaze hardened. “Let’s see if their ‘famed techniques’ are as good as they claim.”
Approaching the gates, she was met by a group of disciples, who eyed her with caution. Without any warning, Mira flared her aura, sending the guards sprawling from the unexpected ‘attack’. The air around her crackled with energy, the temperature dropping sharply.
“I came here to see how strong the temple was, but it looks like I came to the wrong place,” she stated, her voice echoing off the icy walls.
The disciples were taken aback by her audacity but quickly recovered, forming defensive stances. One of them, a young man with sharp eyes, stepped forward. “The Frozen Sangfroid Temple does not yield to arrogance. If it’s a challenge you seek, then you shall have it.”
With a swift motion, he conjured a spear of ice, lunging towards Mira with surprising speed. Mira, unfazed, sidestepped effortlessly, countering with a wave of her hand. A gust of icy wind, sharp as blades, met the disciple, sending him skidding back.
The other disciples joined the fray, launching a coordinated assault. Ice daggers, frost arrows, and chilling winds were conjured, aimed to subdue rather than to kill.
Mira danced through their attacks, a sneer on her lips. “Is this the best the famed Frozen Sangfroid Temple can do? Your techniques are as brittle as thin ice.”
With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed her own ice conjuration, creating a swirling vortex of snow and ice shards that covered the area. The disciples were caught off-guard by the ferocity and scale of her attack and struggled to maintain their formations.
One by one, they were hit, the ice leaving deep gashes and bruises on their bodies. Despite their pain, they got back up and charged at her again.
Despite the severity of Mira’s onslaught, the disciples of the Frozen Sangfroid Temple demonstrated a resilience that bordered on the supernatural. Each time they were cast down by Mira’s powerful ice conjurations, they rose again, their faces set in grim determination.
The young man who had first challenged Mira coordinated the disciples’ counterattack with surprising aptitude. They moved as a single entity. Each strike, although lacking the raw power of Mira’s, was executed with such precision and harmony that it became evident why the Temple was revered for its technique.
Mira made her way around the battlefield as if she could sense their every move. Her movements were fluid and ruthless as she constructed a whirlwind of ice and cold that seemed untouchable. She deflected ice spears, shattered frost arrows, and sidestepped chilling winds with an ease that spoke of her immense prowess.
“Your tenacity is admirable, but it takes more than spirit to withstand the storm,” Mira taunted, her voice cutting through the roar of the battle.
With a flick of her hand, she summoned a massive wave of ice, intending to end the fight with a single, overwhelming blow.
Just as the wave was about to crash down on the disciples, a powerful force field emerged around them, absorbing the impact and dissipating Mira’s attack.
Giving a slight smirk, Mira looked around to identify the source of this “unexpected” intervention.
From the depths of the Temple emerged an elderly figure cloaked in robes that shimmered with a light that seemed to be made of frozen moonbeams. The air around this person hummed with a power that was both serene and formidable.
This wasn’t just anyone; this was someone who had reached nearly the pinnacle of ice techniques. Someone who spent their entire lives searching for enlightenment regarding ice.
The Temple Master.
“The Frozen Sangfroid Temple welcomes those who seek knowledge and strength, but not those who bring arrogance and destruction,” the figure spoke, their voice resonating with an authority that seemed to calm the very air around them.
Mira, recognizing the presence of a true master, immediately ceased her attack, although her stance remained guarded. “I came to test the strength of your Temple. I see now that I have found it,” she said, a grudging respect in her tone.
The Temple Master surveyed the scene – the injured disciples, the ice-scarred battleground – and then fixed his gaze on Mira. “Strength is not only in power and domination. It is in resilience, harmony, and the wisdom to know when to fight and when to seek peace. You have much to learn, young cultivator.”
The disciples gathered around their master despite their injuries and had eyes full of respect and admiration toward him.
The Temple Master turned to them. “Tend to your wounds and meditate on what has transpired. Let this be a lesson in the unpredictability of battles and the importance of unity.”
As the disciples dispersed, the Temple Master faced Mira and her group. “You have proven your strength, but strength without control is a dangerous path. If you truly wish to learn the ways of the Frozen Sangfroid Temple, you must first learn to temper your power with wisdom.”
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