Emperor Cold Heaven

Emperor Cold Heaven · Snow Dance Blazing Sun!

There was no earth-shattering prelude, but the entire valley seemed to be instantly dragged into the core of the extreme north ice field!

The temperature plummeted at an unreasonable speed, and the moisture in the air instantly condensed into countless fine, wildly dancing ice crystals and snowflakes, as if a sudden blizzard had erupted out of nowhere!

The light above the valley became hazy and distorted, as if obscured by this endless curtain of ice and snow.

The ground was instantly covered with a layer of ice several inches thick and as hard as iron, and the rock walls around were adorned with ferocious ice fangs!

This was not a simple low-temperature environment, but a self-contained domain with nascent laws!

Within this domain, Mo Lin's aura seemed to merge with the entire world of ice and snow; he was the center of this heaven and earth!

The moment the domain descended, the Mountain Splitting Seal that Xiao Xun'er was forcibly condensing was abruptly severed as if by an invisible giant hand!

The mountain phantom that was about to take shape fluctuated violently and then instantly dissipated!

She felt as if she had fallen into a swamp condensed from ten thousand-year-old profound ice, her movements slowed down by more than several times!

The Golden Flame surging within her body and the heavy Earth Element Energy she had just mobilized were like encountering their nemesis; their light dimmed rapidly, and their circulation became extremely difficult, almost stagnant!

Even more terrifying was that the wildly dancing ice and snow not only severely interfered with her vision but also made her released Spiritual Power perception as if it had fallen into a boundless snowfield, becoming blurry and difficult to lock onto targets!

"What... what Combat Skill is this?! The range is so wide, and the effect is so bizarre?! It can forcibly change the environment, suppress my Fighting Energy and perception, and even interrupt the condensation of the Emperor Seal Art?!" Xiao Xun'er's heart was in turmoil, and for the first time, her pretty face showed an expression of disbelief and shock!

In her understanding, even Heavenly Tier Combat Skills were mostly bursts of energy; she had never seen such a terrifying method that directly created an absolute home ground, as if changing the world!

She could only attribute this incomprehensible phenomenon to some unheard-of, extremely special top-tier ice-element secret technique!

She fully activated the Ancient Clan Secret Technique, her body's Golden Flame and earth-yellow light interweaving and flashing, attempting to dispel the bone-chilling cold and break through the restraint of this bizarre "secret technique."

But the ultimate cold originating from the Snow Emperor's Origin was a suppression at the law level, how could it be easily resisted?

Her efforts were like a bonfire trying to burn in a blizzard, flickering unstably, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

Seizing this opportunity, Mo Lin moved!

He moved as if he were in water in his own domain; his speed was not only unaffected but even enhanced.

His figure flickered, and he appeared in front of Xiao Xun'er, who was moving slowly and whose aura was in disarray, as if he had teleported.

The Ice Emperor's Claws covered his hands again, but this time, he did not condense an Emperor Sword. Instead, he pushed his palms forward, and a majestic yet gentle extreme ice-cold force, like an ice river breaking its embankment, surged towards Xiao Xun'er.

Under the suppression of the domain and due to the forced interruption of the Mountain Splitting Seal, Xiao Xun'er's Blood Essence churned. She had no time to make an effective defense and could only reluctantly condense her remaining Fighting Energy in front of her.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, her delicate body trembled violently. She was pushed back more than ten meters by this irresistible ice force before she could barely stabilize herself. However, her Blood Essence churned, and her aura was in disarray, having lost the strength to fight further.

The bone-chilling cold invaded her meridians, causing her to shiver involuntarily, her face as pale as snow.

Mo Lin did not pursue. He dispersed his Ice Claws and, with a thought, the blizzard domain that enveloped the valley also dissipated.

Sunlight streamed down again, and the ice and frost on the ground quickly melted, leaving only a mess and the lingering cold in the air, proving that the unbelievable scene just now was not an illusion.

"I concede, Miss Xun'er," Mo Lin said, adjusting his breathing slightly and cupping his hands.

He knew that if he hadn't used this domain power that the other party couldn't understand to forcibly interrupt her secret technique, it would have been impossible to end the battle so cleanly and decisively.

Xiao Xun'er stood in place, breathing lightly, the shock in her beautiful eyes not yet faded, replaced by deep astonishment, confusion, and a hint of indescribable complexity.

She looked at Mo Lin as if she were looking at a monster completely beyond her understanding.

The final bizarre "secret technique" that changed the battlefield environment and could even interrupt her forcibly executed Emperor Seal Art completely overturned her perception.

"You... what exactly was that just now?" she couldn't help but ask, her voice carrying a dryness and weakness she herself hadn't noticed.

The backlash from forcibly executing the Emperor Seal Art, combined with the impact of the domain, left her in a rather poor state.

Mo Lin naturally wouldn't explain the mystery of the domain. He simply said indifferently, "Just a small trick, not worth mentioning. Miss Xun'er's Heavenly Flame is truly infinitely powerful."

He glanced at Xiao Xun'er's pale face and added, "Forcibly executing Combat Skills beyond one's own realm can easily damage one's foundation. Miss should take good care of herself."

Xiao Xun'er looked at him deeply, knowing that he wouldn't tell her directly.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and the discomfort in her body, tidied her slightly disheveled clothes, and tried hard to restore her usual cool and detached demeanor, but her eyes were completely different from before, filled with inquiry and apprehension.

"Young Master Mo Lin's cultivation is unfathomable. Xun'er... is genuinely convinced of her loss. I have learned a lot today." She paused and bowed slightly, "Thank you for your reminder, Young Master. Xun'er knows what she is doing."

The sparring thus concluded.

The valley fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of the breeze blowing across the messy ground.

The two adjusted their breathing for a moment, calming their auras after the fierce battle.

Xiao Xun'er was the first to break the silence. She looked at Mo Lin, her autumn-water eyes flashing with sharp light: "Young Master Mo Lin, forgive Xun'er for speaking frankly. The purity and dominance of the ice-element Fighting Energy you displayed are by no means something that can be cultivated in the Jia Ma Empire or even the surrounding empires.

And that last... 'secret technique' that changed the environment is even more unheard of. Young Master, where do you come from? And what is your purpose in coming to Wutan City?"

Her tone carried an unyielding scrutiny. Clearly, the strength and mystery Mo Lin had displayed made it impossible for her to regard him as just an ordinary young genius anymore.

Mo Lin was prepared for this. He knew that after displaying such strength, it would inevitably arouse Xiao Xun'er's deep suspicion.

He met Xiao Xun'er's scrutinizing gaze, a faint smile curving his lips, "Miss Xun'er indeed has sharp eyes."

He nodded slightly, as if lost in some memory, "I am not from the Northwest Continent. I come from... the Central Continent."

"Central Continent?" Xiao Xun'er suddenly understood.

Central Continent, the heart of the Dou Qi Continent, is a place where experts are as numerous as clouds and powers are deeply intertwined, far beyond what the secluded northwestern continent can compare to.

Being from the Central Continent could explain why he possessed such profound cultivation techniques and knowledge.

Mo Lin continued to weave his lies, his tone calm yet revealing crucial information: "That's right, the Central Continent. I am merely a rogue cultivator, without any sect or affiliation. I stumbled upon the legacy of a predecessor, which led to my meager achievements today. As for why I know about the Ancient Clan, the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame, and even..."

He paused, his gaze seemingly sweeping over Xiao Xun'er unintentionally, "know that Miss Xun'er... possessed unparalleled talent from a young age, making a name for herself in the Ancient Realm."

Xiao Xun'er's heart skipped a beat! This person even knew about her childhood in the Ancient Realm?!

This was absolutely not the kind of secret an ordinary rogue cultivator could know! Her gaze towards Mo Lin grew even more solemn.

Mo Lin revealed a hint of emotion at the opportune moment: "By chance, I came across some... scattered records concerning the Eight Ancient Clans. Then, I was fortunate enough to learn that the daughter of the current patriarch of the Ancient Clan, who possessed a Divine Grade Bloodline, displayed unparalleled talent in her youth and was regarded as the hope for the Ancient Clan's future."

He looked at Xiao Xun'er, his tone carrying a perfectly fitting admiration, "Seeing you today, I realize the records were not false. Miss Xun'er's grace surpasses even the legends."

These half-true, half-false words explained how he knew about the Ancient Clan and Xiao Xun'er's identity, while also establishing his background as a "rogue cultivator" who had experienced fortuitous encounters.

The shock in Xiao Xun'er's heart subsided slightly, replaced by deep contemplation.

A rogue cultivator from the Central Continent, who stumbled upon ancient secrets... This explanation, while still containing many doubts, at least provided a seemingly plausible framework.

The Central Continent was vast and boundless; no one could say for sure how many secrets it held.

A rogue cultivator with extreme luck, obtaining some lost inheritance, was not impossible.

The wariness on her face lessened, but her probing intent remained: "So, Young Master comes from the Central Continent. No wonder you possess such insight and strength. May I ask what brings you to this remote Wutan City? If you require anything, Xun'er might be able to offer a little assistance."

Mo Lin shook his head, his tone carrying the unique freedom and detachment of a rogue cultivator: "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Xun'er. I travel the continent solely to temper myself and pursue higher realms. Wutan City is merely a stop on my journey."

A flicker of disappointment flashed in Xiao Xun'er's eyes upon hearing this, but it was mostly replaced by a sense of "as expected."

She no longer pressed the matter, merely smiling: "Since that is the case, Xun'er will say no more. Today's spar has been very beneficial. If you have leisure in the future, you are welcome to visit the Ancient Clan."

"If fate allows, we shall meet again," Mo Lin replied with a noncommittal smile. He cupped his hands, "The spar has concluded for today. I shall take my leave. Miss Xun'er, take care."

With that, he no longer lingered, turned, and left. In a few blinks, he vanished into the forest.

Xiao Xun'er stood in place, not leaving immediately. She gazed in the direction Mo Lin had disappeared, her beautiful eyes shimmering with an unreadable complexity.

The battle today had impacted her greatly. The opponent's unheard-of and bizarre "secret technique," his extremely pure ice-element Fighting Energy, and his background from the Central Continent who knew the secrets of the Ancient Clan... All of this cast an extremely mysterious veil over this young man named Mo Lin.

"A rogue cultivator from the Central Continent... Is he truly just a rogue cultivator?" she murmured to herself.

The "secret technique" that changed the environment, its principles were completely beyond her understanding, exceeding the scope of her knowledge of Combat Skills.

At the same time, an unprecedented sense of urgency surged within her.

Mo Lin's appearance was like a mirror, allowing her to more clearly see that among her peers, there existed such a terrifying being! This ignited a stronger fighting spirit deep within her.

"It seems my cultivation needs to be even more diligent... Beyond the Eight Ancient Clans, there are also hidden dragons and crouching tigers," she clenched her fist lightly, her gaze becoming more resolute.

Mo Lin's departure did not bring her relief; instead, it gave her a clear goal to strive for and understand.

She cast another deep look towards the valley exit, as if wanting to engrave that mysterious figure into her mind. Only then did she turn, transforming into a faint green silhouette, and speed towards the Xiao Family's direction.

The valley returned to silence, with only the mess on the ground silently recounting the earth-shattering confrontation that had just occurred.

And the name Mo Lin had already left a deep imprint in Xiao Xun'er's heart.