Chapter 83: Ice Phoenix Divine Emperor (1)

[A/N: Second installment of bonus Chapters :D]

The moment he stepped into the Secret Realm’s light gate, Chen Chuan felt the space around him distort violently.

A sense of world-spinning dizziness hit him, as if he had been tossed into a surging spatial turbulence.

A moment later, the feeling of solid ground returned, and his vision suddenly cleared.

He was already standing within an unfamiliar world.

The sky flowed like an eternal nine-colored aurora, reflecting the vast and ancient mountain forest below in a bizarre and motley light.

Towering ancient trees stood in clusters, their thick vines entwined like coiled dragons.

The air was filled with extremely pure Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

Deeper within, it was mixed with that primordial Aura originating from the ancient times.

As well as the faint fragrance of precious herbs and the throbbing of danger.

Radiance flickered continuously around him as Cultivators from the Sacred Martial Continent and even the Upper Realm were randomly teleported here.

Soon, the sound of breaking air rose from all sides as most people chose a direction without hesitation and sped away to seek their respective Opportunities.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Chen Chuan did not regroup with the people from Primordial Holy Land, nor did he blindly follow the crowd.

Deep within his eyes, a faint, barely perceptible golden halo began to circulate.

The Eye of Wisdom was his best cheat for treasure hunting in the Secret Realm.

In his vision, the colors of the world became richer and more essential.

The flow trajectories of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, the faint energy fluctuations hidden deep in the earth veins, and even the spiritual brilliance contained in some plants and trees were hard to hide.

"A discovery!"

Relying on the Eye of Wisdom, Chen Chuan chose a relatively quiet direction where the Spiritual Qi contained a hint of extreme coldness and pure Soul Power.

With a movement of his body, he sped away like a wisp of green smoke.

His speed was extremely fast, avoiding areas clearly occupied by powerful Demonic Beasts and several places with disordered energy suspected to be natural Restrictions.

After some time, he slipped into a deep valley.

The temperature inside the valley plummeted. Ten-thousand-year-old profound ice covered the rock walls. In the center was a cold pond with water as black as ink, emitting a chilling Aura.

On the edge of the cold pond, in a crack of the shaded ice wall, a stalk of ginseng carved entirely like profound ice grew quietly.

It was only about a foot tall but had nine translucent leaves.

It seemed as if ice marrow was flowing through the leaf veins. The ginseng body displayed a deep blue-white color, emitting a cool breath that cleared the Divine Soul.

"Primordial Profound Ice Ginseng!"

Chen Chuan’s gaze narrowed, and detailed information about this item immediately surfaced in his mind.

This was a rare soul-path precious herb in the world, an unsurpassed Saint Grade item especially for those practicing ice-attribute Cultivation Techniques or those with damaged Divine Souls.

Using this as the main ingredient, one could refine the Profound Ice Soul-Stabilizing Pill.

The Profound Ice Soul-Stabilizing Pill could not only freeze and heal damaged Divine Souls but also allow the power of Divine Sense to undergo a transformation in extreme cold, doubling its quality.

After consuming it, the Divine Sense would carry the profound ice attribute, even capable of directly freezing others’ Divine Souls when facing enemies.

"This item is just right for my God Emperor wife."

Ji Siyu’s cold and peerless face appeared in Chen Chuan’s mind.

As the Reincarnation of the Ice Phoenix Divine Emperor, this Primordial Profound Ice Ginseng was undoubtedly an excellent aid for her to enhance her strength and awaken her Origin.

He no longer hesitated and carefully stepped forward, avoiding the invisible freezing Qi emitted by the cold pond. Using skillful force, he plucked the Primordial Profound Ice Ginseng whole, along with a small piece of ten-thousand-year profound ice at the root.

Then he quickly placed the Primordial Profound Ice Ginseng into a box and sealed it.

However, at the very moment he put away the jade box—

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Three powerful Auras suddenly appeared, instantly shooting from the valley entrance in a triangular formation, trapping him firmly in the center.

The newcomers were all dressed in uniform white robes with cloud patterns. The sleeves were embroidered with wind-whirling cloud designs, and their Auras were sharp.

"People from Fengyun Holy Land!"

Chen Chuan’s eyes turned slightly cold as he instantly recognized their Origin.

Among the three, two were at the Fifth Level of the Dao Seeking Realm.

The lead Elder with a gloomy face had Laws faintly appearing around him, his Aura deep and profound; he was surprisingly a powerful expert of the First Level of the Fate-Executing Realm.

The Fate-Executing Realm Elder’s gaze was like lightning, instantly locking onto Chen Chuan’s face.

He was first stunned, then his eyes burst with unbelievable wild joy and intense killing intent.

"Chen Chuan! It’s actually you, you little bastard!"

The Elder’s voice was hoarse, carrying deep-seated hatred.

"Truly, there is a path to Heaven but you won’t take it, and there is no gate to Hell yet you break in."

"The grudge of killing our Holy Land’s Saint Lu Yun shall be washed away with your blood today."

Fengyun Holy Land had already placed Chen Chuan on their must-kill list.

Meeting by chance in this Secret Realm now was simply a godsend Opportunity.

Facing the encirclement of three powerful enemies, there wasn’t a hint of panic on Chen Chuan’s face; instead, a bone-chilling killing intent flickered deep in his eyes.

He was now at the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Dao Seeking Realm, only one step away from the Fate-Executing Realm. With his many trump cards, why would he fear these three?

Meanwhile, those three Fengyun Holy Land Elders clearly still held the old impression that Chen Chuan only had a True Domain Realm cultivation.

Liu Yuan, who was at the Fate-Executing Realm, didn’t even bother to act personally and signaled to a Dao Seeking Realm Fifth Level Elder beside him.

"Zhou Kun, settle this quickly. Take this boy’s head and reclaim the treasures on him, especially those four types of Spiritual Fires."

A sinister smile appeared on Zhou Kun’s face as he stepped forward, his gaze toward Chen Chuan filled with mockery and greed.

"Kid, I heard you have four types of Spiritual Fires on you?"

"What a waste of natural resources! Such divine items should belong to me. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a quick end."

Seeing this, Chen Chuan’s face immediately matched with a look of terror.

His body trembled slightly as he retreated repeatedly, his voice even seeming to have a tremor.

"You... you dare to kill me? I am the Taichu Saint. If I die here, Primordial Holy Land will never let this matter rest and will surely go to war with Fengyun Holy Land."

Hearing this, Zhou Kun’s laughter became even more arrogant.

"Hahaha! Fool! In this Secret Realm, life and death are left to fate."

"If we kill you, who would know it was us?"

"If you want to blame something, blame your bad luck for running into us."

Before his voice even faded, Zhou Kun stopped wasting words. The spiritual power in his body erupted violently, and the pressure of the Fifth Level of the Dao Seeking Realm poured out without reservation.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, and a sharp, matchless green wind blade instantly formed, tearing through the air with a piercing whistle, aiming straight for Chen Chuan’s throat.

It was one of Fengyun Holy Land’s ultimate moves, the Wind-Splitting Slash.

He was confident this strike could insta-kill any True Domain Realm Cultivator.

However, facing this fatal blow, the previously terrified and retreating Chen Chuan suddenly stopped his footsteps.

The fear in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a calmness and killing intent like ten-thousand-year-old ice.

"Sorry, the one who dies is you."

The Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture within his body operated with a bang, and the vast, majestic dragon power surged toward his fist like a volcanic eruption.

At the same time, a wisp of dark flame that seemed capable of corroding everything quietly covered the surface of his fist.

It was the Myriad Poison Heart-Corroding Flame!

Roar!

Vaguely, there seemed to be the sound of a dragon’s roar.

Instead of retreating, Chen Chuan advanced. His figure avoided the edge of the wind blade like a phantom, and his long-prepared punch struck fiercely toward Zhou Kun’s chest with lightning speed.

"What?"

The sinister smile on Zhou Kun’s face instantly froze, turning into extreme horror.