Snow Empress's Choice, the God Creation Plan Begins

"Why?"

Hearing the Ice Empress's question, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's plump body twisted in the air.

The playful, grinning expression on his face vanished, replaced by a sense of world-weary vicissitude and helplessness.

"Because, I'm afraid of death, too."

He sighed, his gaze sweeping over the two rulers of the Far North who had once made him tremble with fear.

"Although I slept for a million years and luckily became the first million-year Soul Beast in the history of the Douluo Continent, I know very well that, in essence, I am just a piece of trash with cultivation but no combat power."

"The next heavenly tribulation—that million-year calamity—I will definitely not survive."

As he said this, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm pointed to the tiny Huo Yuhao beside him, his eyes flashing with the near-manic glint of a gambler.

"That is why I chose to sacrifice myself."

"I transformed this million-year body into his Wisdom Soul Ring, becoming his First Soul Ring."

"I am going to use the luck and spiritual power I have accumulated over a million years to gamble on a future."

"As long as he can become a god, I can achieve eternal life! By then, Bingbing, we can be together forever!"

These words detonated in the ice cavern like a heavy bomb.

"A million years?!"

The Ice Empress exclaimed, her emerald pincers trembling slightly. The shock in her eyes even overshadowed her disgust for Tian Meng.

"You piece of trash ice silkworm... you actually broke through the million-year threshold?"

What shocked her was not just Tian Meng's unbelievable cultivation, but the cruel, despair-inducing fact—

Even a Soul Beast with a million years of cultivation could not survive the heavenly tribulation?

Then what were they, the fierce beasts still struggling through hundreds of thousands of years, supposed to be?

Ants? Or livestock waiting for the butcher's knife to fall?

"Xue'er, who is he?"

The Snow Empress, standing to the side, listened in confusion, her weak voice tinged with bewilderment.

She had been in seclusion for years and did not know Tian Meng; in her memory, she had never seen such a strange existence composed entirely of spiritual power.

The Ice Empress took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent waves in her heart. She turned to look at the Snow Empress, her expression complex and strange.

"Xue'er, do you remember that type of ice silkworm I mentioned to you before?"

"It's him."

Speaking of this, the Ice Empress paused, seemingly finding it difficult to put into words. "Back then, he was the greatest... mobile supplement in the entire Extreme North."

"I hunted him for a long time, wanting to eat him to break through my four-hundred-thousand-year bottleneck. I never expected him to hide underground and escape, and to think he actually cultivated to a million years."

A supplement?

Hearing these two words, ripples finally appeared in the Snow Empress's once tranquil eyes.

A mere ice silkworm at the very bottom of the food chain had actually managed to outpace every other soul beast?

Moreover, it had chosen such a rebellious path—sacrificing itself to a human to create a god!

This was absurd.

Yet, it was precisely this absurdity that allowed the Snow Empress, currently in a desperate situation, to see a glimmer of something different.

If even a bug dared to gamble its life, how could she, the dignified Lord of the Extreme North, not dare to do the same?

"What are you still hesitating for?"

At that moment, Gu Yuejin, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze condescending, a mocking curve playing on his lips. His tone carried a convincing arrogance.

"Snow Empress, face reality. You have no choice."

"Either you dissipate into nothingness right now, becoming a speck of dust between heaven and earth, without even a name left behind."

"Or, put down your so-called pride, take a gamble, and become my disciple's Second Martial Soul."

"As for becoming a god..."

Gu Yuejin sneered, pointing first at himself and then at Huo Yuhao, his voice ringing like thunder:

"With me here, him becoming a god is not a possibility, but an inevitability."

"If my disciple cannot become a god, then all the gods in the heavens might as well go to hell."

These words were extremely overbearing.

Yet, coupled with the terrifying pressure of his Seven-Ring Soul Saint cultivation and that scarlet, eye-piercing Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, it left no room for rebuttal.

It was a confidence built upon absolute strength.

The Snow Empress fell silent.

She looked at Huo Yuhao, looking at this human youth who seemed so weak that a single breath could blow him away.

Although weak, the thirst for power in his eyes was as scorching as a flame.

He looked again at the fanatical Tian Meng, who looked like a salesman, and the overbearing and dominant Gu Yuejin, who held the entire scene in his grasp.

A long time passed.

A faint sigh echoed through the wind and snow, carrying endless loneliness and relief.

"Forget it."

"I fear death; I do not wish to disappear just like this."

The Snow Empress slowly raised her head. The last trace of hesitation in those ice-blue eyes dissipated, replaced by determination.

"I will take the gamble."

"Human, I hope you do not disappoint me."

Hearing these words, Huo Yuhao clenched his fists tightly, trembling with excitement, and bowed deeply to the Snow Empress.

"Thank you, Senior Snow Empress! I, Huo Yuhao, swear that I will never fail your expectations!"

Gu Yuejin's lips curled slightly as he said indifferently, "A wise choice. In the future, you will be glad for the decision you made today."

"Since it is decided, don't dawdle. Let's begin."

Sky Dream Ice Silkworm did a backflip in the air in excitement, directing impatiently, "Snow Empress, release your Spiritual Origin! We are about to begin! This is the first step in creating a god!"

At this point, the Snow Empress had nothing left to hesitate about.

"Bing'er, protect me."

The Snow Empress took one last look at the Ice Empress, whose eyes were filled with worry, and revealed a poignant, beautiful smile.

Hum—!

In an instant, an extreme chill erupted with the Snow Empress at its center.

But this time, it was not an attack, but a pure release of energy.

The Snow Empress's previously ethereal body began to burn, transforming into ice-blue specks of light that filled the sky. They were as magnificent as the aurora, yet they carried a sorrowful beauty.

As her origin was stripped away, the Snow Empress's stunning face rapidly dimmed, and her body became transparent bit by bit, until it turned into a pure, flawless stream of light that rushed toward the center of Huo Yuhao's forehead.

"Ugh..."

Huo Yuhao let out a muffled groan, feeling as if his brain had been ruthlessly pierced by a giant ice chisel; his very soul was trembling.

Inside the Sea of Consciousness.

Snow filled the sky.

The proud and ethereal figure of the Snow Empress appeared out of thin air. Looking at this golden ocean, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Such a vast Sea of Consciousness... No wonder Tian Meng chose you."

She lowered her head, looking at Huo Yuhao in his consciousness form. Her voice was cold and solemn, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"Listen well, Huo Yuhao."

"Since you have chosen this path, I will hold nothing back."

"I will sacrifice myself to become your second Martial Soul—the Heavenly Snow Woman."

"At the same time, I will bestow upon you a 700,000-year spirit ring, as well as a Torso Bone."

Having said this, the Snow Empress paused, her tone becoming incomparably grave, like the biting wind of midwinter.

"However, with your current physical constitution, attempting to withstand my power is no different from being carved by a thousand blades."

"The process will be extremely painful, perhaps even worse than death."

"If you cannot hold on, you will die, and I, too, will have my soul scattered to the winds."

"If you regret it now, there is still time."

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath. Although his body was trembling, his gaze was firmer than ever before.

He thought of the days of humiliation at the Duke Mansion, the look in his mother's eyes before she passed, and the expectations his Master had when bringing him here.

"Come, Senior Snow Empress."

"I do not fear pain; I only fear lacking the strength!"

"Good. You have backbone."

The Snow Empress said no more, a flash of admiration crossing her eyes.

The next moment, an endless force of freezing cold exploded within the Sea of Consciousness.

Outside.

Huo Yuhao's body stiffened instantly. A thick layer of frost formed on his skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his entire body arched like a boiled shrimp.

"Ah—!!!"

A shrill, miserable scream tore through the wind and snow, echoing across the desolate ice field.

That pain was not merely the tearing of flesh; it was the torture of his soul being repeatedly crushed, frozen, and shattered by extreme cold.

Every breath felt like swallowing a blade.

"Xue'er!"