Yin Chen walked in the middle of the group, the top of the short staff in his hand continuously emitting a pale blue light.
A spherical spiritual energy barrier enveloped the team, barely keeping the most piercing, bone-chilling wind blades at bay.
"Hong Yuan, please put away that clumsy axe of yours, and don't let its edge keep scraping against the edge of my shield."
Yin Chen's voice carried over through the wind and snow, his tone laced with his usual disgust. "Maintaining the barrier in this environment has already caused my energy consumption to exceed the limit. If you slice it open, we are all going to taste what it's like to be polar ice sculptures right here."
Carrying her double-edged axe on her shoulder and walking on the flank of the group, Hong Yuan naturally felt that Yin Chen was just picking a fight after hearing this.
She turned her head and responded loudly, "Why are you so delicate? My axe has just been sharpened. Putting it into the storage space will affect its process of adapting to spiritual energy. Besides, if you can't even block this little bit of wind and snow, aren't you, a Tier 5 Mage, a bit too watered down?"
"This isn't a matter of being watered down, it's a matter of spiritual energy suppression."
Yin Chen sighed. "The magnetic field here is rejecting the power within our bodies. As an enhancement-type creature, you naturally can't comprehend the torture that elemental types are undergoing."
Long Ao walked not far from Hong Yuan, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his winter coat.
With the wind and snow battering his hair, he curled his lips and said in a stiff tone, "Can you two save some energy for the journey? Chen Guan just said there's thirty kilometers to go. At this snail's pace, we won't even cover half the distance by the time it gets completely dark."
"Long Ao, stop with your sarcastic remarks." Hong Yuan retorted without holding back. "If you're so capable, why don't you go to the front and lead the way?"
An Changqing looked at the noisy group and rubbed his forehead, wondering if bringing everyone along was truly the right decision.
At the very front of the group, Chen Guan had his hands shoved in his pockets, trudging through the thick snow, turning a deaf ear to the commotion behind him.
The environment here was harsh, but he walked more easily than anyone else. The gray energy inside his body seemed to have caught the scent of some kind of summons and was in a highly active state.
That aura of a shared origin pierced through the sky full of wind and snow, guiding his footsteps.
He probably couldn't empathize with the situation Yin Chen was talking about.
The black panther walked beside Chen Guan, its agile limbs treading lightly on the snow.
As a local panther, it wasn't afraid of the cold, just like its master.
On Chen Guan's retinas, a barrage of comments was scrolling.
[This is just absurd. Everyone else is walking like they're being tortured, while Chen Guan looks like he's strolling through his own backyard.]
[Long Ao and Hong Yuan, these two redheads, have started bickering again. I bet fifty cents that these two are going to fight in a bit.]
[Then I bet fifty cents that Hong Yuan will win.]
[How does Brother Ao have so little clout? You guys are so fickle.]
[Su is too persistent, but this is exactly the attitude needed to pursue the truth. Looking at how much An Changqing worries, he really is like a mother hen.]
Chen Guan looked at these floating words without much reaction.
His perception spread out into the surroundings. Although the magnetic field here was indeed chaotic, it didn't have much impact on an existence like him, who didn't entirely rely on the spiritual energy system.
The wind and snow wouldn't affect his gray energy in the slightest.
After walking for about two hours, the sky around them turned completely dark.
The intensity of the blizzard showed no signs of weakening; instead, it blew even more fiercely.
Yin Chen's face had lost its initial leisure. The knuckles of the hand gripping his short staff were taut, and the light of the spiritual energy shield looked somewhat dim in the wind.
"Chen Guan," An Changqing called out from behind. "How much further is it to the source of the interference? Yin Chen's spiritual energy consumption is too high. We need to find a place to shelter from the wind and let everyone take turns using recovery potions."
Chen Guan stopped in his tracks, and the black panther also stopped, its ears pricking up alertly.
"No need to look," Chen Guan turned his head and looked at the group.
"What do you mean?" Hong Yuan immediately took down the axe resting on her shoulder and gripped the long handle with both hands. "Are we there? Are there demonic beasts?"
Chen Guan turned around and pointed toward a patch of darkness to the front right. "The thing we are looking for, its edge is already right here."
Everyone stepped forward in the direction he pointed.
Yin Chen shrank the range of the shield, concentrating it around the group to increase the brightness of the illumination.
Under the reflection of the pale blue light, a massive black rock stood prominently in the snowy ground ahead.
The vast majority of the rock was buried by ice and snow, but the exposed part showed obvious signs of artificial carving.
Hong Yuan stepped forward and reached out to touch the surface of the rock. "It's so cold. This material doesn't seem like ordinary stone. Chen Guan, is this the place you were talking about?"
"To be exact, this is just a boundary marker," Chen Guan replied calmly. Knowledge never fails those who study diligently; even without Encyclopedia Su, he could identify it.
Su Yuehe pushed away An Changqing's supporting hand and walked quickly to the rock.
Her breathing quickened as she pressed her fingers against the cold surface of the rock, carefully examining the patterns eroded by the wind and snow.
"This is real."
Su Yuehe's voice trembled slightly as she turned to look at An Changqing. "The engravings on this belong to the same writing system as the ancient demonic text that appeared on the back of the Profound Tortoise. The interference here radiates inward starting from this marker."
"A boundary marker?" Long Ao leaned in, sizing up this unremarkable stone. "A broken stone can release such strong magnetic storm interference? What must the real altar look like then?"
Yin Chen looked at the boundary marker and said, stunned, "This means we have already entered the absolute domain of the ruins. Hong Yuan, your axe will soon have a chance for a real combat test."
This boundary marker... why did it look so familiar?
Yin Chen didn't voice the doubt in his heart.
"That would be for the best," Hong Yuan chuckled. "We haven't even seen a rabbit along the way. The demonic beasts in the Northern Territory really have no presence."
What Hong Yuan didn't know was that, knowing Su Yuehe was coming, most of the demonic beasts here had already been cleared out with a single sweep.
"Don't let your guard down."
An Changqing took out recovery potions and distributed them to everyone. "Since this stone is a boundary marker, it means what lies ahead is not just a test of the natural environment. Everyone, adjust your condition to the best. Chen Guan, are there any living creatures nearby?"
"Not at the moment."
Chen Guan's perception covered the surrounding area. "The magnetic field emitted by this marker is very bizarre. It not only rejects spiritual energy but also seems to be driving away the native demonic beasts in this area. It's very clean around here."
"A place that even the native demonic beasts born and raised here don't dare to approach is not good news for us."
Yin Chen took the potion An Changqing handed him and drank it with his head tilted back, replenishing his depleted spiritual energy to some extent.
Su Yuehe stood before the boundary marker, closed her eyes, and tried to use her mental energy to touch the internal structure of the marker.
"Yuehe, don't push yourself," An Changqing hurriedly warned her.
Su Yuehe opened her eyes and withdrew her hand. "I know my limits. The information on this marker has been severely damaged, but the direction it points to is very clear. If we continue forward for ten kilometers, we will reach the center of the altar."
She was in a good mood. This boundary stone alone had helped her learn a few more characters.
"Ten kilometers," Long Ao said, rolling his neck. "That doesn't sound too far. Let's push through and get there in one go. In this damned weather, staying out here for even another minute is pure torture."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
