Ice Blood Demon, Ren

Hell, one of the four supreme planes, is filled with slaughter and destruction.

Bifu Continent is the territory controlled by the Bifu Sovereign, one of the Seven Sovereigns of Hell. Regardless of their level, everyone must abide by the rules set by the Bifu Sovereign.

Liang'an Prefecture, spanning over a billion miles, is one of the one hundred and eight prefectures of Hell. It is also one of the largest among the twenty-some prefectures of Bifu Continent, gathering many of the continent's powerhouses.

In the northwest region of Liang'an Prefecture, a city spanning a thousand miles rises from the ground. The city is entirely emerald green, and the walls are carved with numerous portraits of master-level figures.

In the center of the city stands a magnificent mansion a hundred meters high. The surrounding garrison troops signify the status of the master of this place—a Seven-Star Demon and the City Lord of Iceblood City.

"Lord City Lord, Lucas requests an audience."

Accompanied by the sound of air being torn, an elderly man with silver hair and gray robes stood respectfully at the entrance of the mansion, head bowed as he spoke.

"Enter."

The crisp voice reached the ears of the steward, Lucas. Lucas lifted his head and stepped into the main hall of the City Lord's mansion.

Walking through the main gate, an ice-blue corridor appeared before Lucas. The walls of the corridor were engraved with peculiar patterns, emitting a chilling aura.

Soon, at the end of the corridor, a young man sitting on a long bench slowly opened his eyes.

He was a youth with delicate features, short black hair, and a pale blue robe. His eyes contained a brilliant, piercing light.

The moment the youth opened his eyes and looked at Lucas, Lucas felt his soul tremble violently, and his body felt dazed for a fleeting second.

The Lord's strength seems to have grown even stronger. He is truly worthy of being the Iceblood Fiend; no wonder he dares to challenge the Prefecture Lord.

Lucas felt a shock in his heart. As he regained his composure, he felt a slight sense of relief amidst his terror.

The Water Law is not known for soul attacks, yet a casual glance from the Lord had made his heart palpitate. Clearly, after such a long period of seclusion, he had made a new breakthrough.

A few days ago, when the City Lord, who had been in seclusion for a long time, finally emerged, he had issued an order for him to prepare combat projections of the Liang'an Prefecture Lord.

At the time, Lucas had guessed that the City Lord was likely planning to challenge the Prefecture Lord, and he couldn't help but gasp.

The Iceblood Fiend, Lord Ren, was the youngest among all the City Lords he had served. He had become a Seven-Star Demon after only ten million years of cultivation and had defeated the previous City Lord. Now, only twenty million years later, he was actually going to challenge the Prefecture Lord. How could he not be shocked?

"Lord, this is the projection regarding the Liang'an Prefecture Lord."

Lucas took a deep breath, suppressing the palpitations in his heart, and respectfully took the Crystal Projection from his Spatial Ring.

For the Fiend Castle, all kinds of intelligence are collected. The Fiend Castle generally retains the combat projections of many veteran powerhouses.

"Mm, you did well. You may withdraw."

Ren raised his hand to take the projection and nodded slightly.

"Yes, Lucas takes his leave."

The silver-haired steward, Lucas, immediately bowed respectfully and backed out of the room.

"Before I knew it, thirty million years have passed. In this world, time is truly worthless!"

Ren looked at the projection in his hand, speaking to himself with a hint of emotion.

As a transmigrator from Blue Star, Ren had been in the Coiling Dragon Universe for thirty million years. There were few traces left of his former life on Blue Star, and having been baptized by the fires of Hell, Ren had long since adapted to the rules of this world.

Thirty million years ago, Ren's soul transmigrated into a material plane called the Wadel Plane, where he became an ordinary youth in a kingdom.

The Wadel Plane spanned several million miles, much larger than the Yulan Continent, with a greater population and even more intense competition.

Fortunately, Ren's talent was not poor. He possessed affinities for the Wind, Water, and Fire Laws. Fighting his way through, he spent two hundred years breaking through to become a God. Relying on his early attempts to fuse profound mysteries, he quickly became a High-God who had fused profound mysteries and eventually headed to the supreme plane, Hell.

However, Ren was not transported to the Zijing Continent, but to the Bifu Continent.

Ren had considered the matter of Linley, but a little investigation revealed that the Four Divine Beasts Clan was currently at its peak, and it would be a long time before Linley was born.

As it stood, the Four Divine Beasts Clan were the true villains; arrogance and tyranny were not enough to describe their style of conduct, and their attitude toward outsiders was quite condescending. Ren naturally gave up the idea of making connections with them and focused entirely on his own cultivation. After all, his own strength was the foundation.

After arriving in Hell and undergoing countless slaughters, Ren had fused eight of the nine profound mysteries of the Wind Law after ten million years of cultivation, gaining the strength of an Asura. He had also fused four profound mysteries of the Water Law, reaching the strength of a Seven-Star Demon.

Subsequently, Ren used his Water-element Divine Clone to defeat the City Lord of Jiliang City, achieving the supreme fame of the Iceblood Fiend, and began to focus on the cultivation of his Wind-element Divine Clone.

Having experienced no bottlenecks and smooth breakthroughs in the past, Ren had developed a slight illusion that perhaps he could break through to the realm of a Wind-element Paragon.

However, only those who have truly walked this path can understand the difficulty of becoming a Paragon. It is not as simple as three words; it contains the true peak of cultivation in this universe.

Over countless years and across countless planes, the number of High-Gods who have truly reached the Paragon realm is suspected to be less than thirty. There is only one Wind-element Paragon High-God, Bayer, and the Wind-element Sovereign Theresia only broke through by borrowing the faith power of a Sovereign Spark.

When he had cultivated for ten million years, Ren had fused the profound mysteries of the Wind Law to the final step, only one step away from breaking through to become a Paragon. Ren had also believed he could break through.

However, this seemingly simple final step had remained untaken for twenty million years, as if his talent limit was right there, completely stuck.

Reaching this point, Ren finally understood how those who had spent hundreds of millions of years without making an inch of progress felt. It was no wonder there were so many crazed High-Gods on the Planar Battlefield.

After all, in the realm of Gods, life is infinite. No matter how good the enjoyment is, after hundreds of millions of years, one will gradually feel bored. Since they cannot break through, seeing the battles of top-tier powerhouses is a good alternative; this was their final thought.

Feeling that he could no longer break through the bottleneck through seclusion, Ren stopped his cultivation a few months ago and gave the steward, Lucas, the order to collect combat projections of the Liang'an Prefecture Lord.

At this stage, there were only two paths to becoming a Paragon. One was to gain insights through battle, perhaps leading to a new epiphany—either by continuing to fuse profound mysteries or by perfecting ultimate techniques. The other was through external objects, such as special Heaven and Earth Treasures or a Sovereign Spark, breaking through via the power of faith. The latter is rare and hard to come by, so Ren naturally chose battle.

And the nearest Asura-level powerhouse was none other than the Liang'an Prefecture Lord, Alfred, a veteran Asura who cultivated the Lightning Law.