Cyan-Gold Divine Temple

Three thousand strands of ink-green hair cascaded naturally behind the young girl. Standing about one meter sixty-five, her beautiful legs hung straight beneath her skirt; though the long dress was not form-fitting, it perfectly outlined her exquisite, graceful figure.

Her stunning face was like the bright moon reflecting in the sky. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her almond-shaped eyes were like rippling green lakes, brimming with a tenderness as soft as a spring breeze.

She should have possessed the cold, aloof temperament of a mature woman, yet in front of Mu Qian, she rarely revealed such a cute demeanor.

Especially that sweet "Little Master," which made Mu Qian, who already knew her true identity, exclaim that he couldn't handle it.

"When we're outside in the future, you absolutely must not mention that you are a peerless fierce beast from the Far North Forbidden Land. Your Little Master here can't afford to lose face like that!" Mu Qian teased her mercilessly.

His status in the core circle of the Far North was quite unique; such interactions were merely a part of their daily routine over the last few years.

It was only because it was him; if it were anyone else, even a Title Douluo, they would have long since been turned into an ice sculpture.

Bingbing turned her head away in a huff.

She didn't talk back to Mu Qian, mainly because she knew she couldn't win an argument against him.

Her original personality hadn't been like this, but she never expected that habits formed over hundreds of thousands of years would be led astray by this guy in just two or three years.

Sometimes she even wondered if Mu Qian was really just a child; how could he understand so much?

Occasionally, a few sudden, teasing remarks were enough to make her face flush red.

Mu Qian sighed helplessly, which, paired with his youthful face, really gave him the air of a little adult.

"Little Bingbing, let me teach you one more time. Watch closely."

He just couldn't understand how a powerhouse whose strength didn't lose to a top-tier Title Douluo could be so untalented when it came to gourmet food.

Rote memorization wasn't that hard, was it?

With no other choice, Mu Qian patted the dog's head and had to start over.

The little puppy wore an expression of utter despair, its head drooping, but forced by someone's "tyrannical might," it still obediently cooperated.

For such a young Spirit Beast, it was quite spiritual, often capable of making human-like expressions.

Its name was Little Flower, and despite being a male dog, Mu Qian had given it such a name.

Fortunately, it was just a dog and didn't understand the meaning of the name.

Come to think of it, Mu Qian's constitution was also terrifyingly strange. In this Far North Core where even Title Douluos couldn't reside for long, he was somehow unaffected by the extreme cold.

Mu Qian was also puzzled by this; he hadn't even awakened his Martial Soul yet, and he already possessed a physical constitution that could be called monstrous.

Mu Qian had found Little Flower a year ago while out exploring, inside a rare Polar Volcano.

When he found it, it was just a scrawny cub with no traces of its parents nearby. Mu Qian was moved by its pitiful, large eyes and decided to take it in.

But at the end of the day, he really just lacked an infinite fuel source for cooking at home.

For the first few years, he had eaten raw food. It was hard to find a fire source in the Far North, and even if he could use an Ice Carving Prism to ignite a flame, he couldn't find any dry wood to burn in this land of ice and snow.

After a few years, Mu Qian felt like he was becoming a caveman, until he met Little Flower, which finally allowed him to return to modern society.

"Alright, Lord, stop for now. Don't forget we have important business today." As he pondered, Mu Qian's train of thought was interrupted by a cold, clear voice.

Snow Maiden was dressed in her usual attire, unchanged for years, and even her expression rarely showed any fluctuations.

Mu Qian didn't know how many times he had told her she could just call him by his name, but she always agreed while never changing her ways.

He really couldn't understand how he had become the Lord of the Three Great Heavenly Kings of the Far North.

Even though he had transmigrated with his memories and still retained fragments of his arrival in this world, he didn't know what secrets were hidden within it.

However, today was the day of his Martial Soul awakening, and he believed that after today, he might have some clues.

"Sister Snow Maiden, can't you wait until I finish my lunch?" Mu Qian's gaze was filled with anticipation.

He wanted so much for this big sister who cared for him to relent, but unfortunately, she always wore that cold, icy expression.

"No, there will be problems if we miss the hour."

Snow Maiden's voice was as indifferent as ever, yet the gaze she directed at the boy held a hint of expectation and tenderness.

For some reason, there even seemed to be a trace of nervousness.

But she hid it well, and neither of them noticed.

"Alright then." Mu Qian let his head droop in dejection, looking no different from Little Flower just a moment ago.

In the center of the Far North Core.

Since the miracle appeared six years ago, this area had gradually expanded, revealing a deep, wide, and massive abyss.

Below the abyss stood a magnificent, towering Divine Temple. The sacred blue-gold light illuminated the surrounding ice layers, making them transparent and bright, emitting a faint, ghostly fluorescence that made one feel as if they were in a secret realm.

The Divine Temple had no support beneath it; it simply floated quietly in mid-air, a sacred and solemn aura filling the entire Rift Valley.

Mu Qian stood at the edge of the abyss and looked down. The sacredness that made one want to prostrate themselves not only had no negative effect on him, but instead gave him a sense of familiarity and intimacy.

He even had an impulse; deep down, he subconsciously wanted to approach the Divine Temple and embrace every single brick and tile of it.

Mu Qian didn't understand.

For something as simple as a Martial Soul awakening, with Snow Maiden's cultivation, even if she hadn't done it before, it wouldn't be hard to find a Spirit Master outside and learn how it was done.

Yet she did not do it herself, but instead brought him here.

This place, which represented the beginning of his new life.

"Go, place your hands on the crystal at the entrance of the Divine Temple."

Snow Maiden spoke indifferently, her eyes already filled with the boy's small figure; beyond that, it was as if the entire world had ceased to exist.

Only the trembling of her body as she looked toward the Divine Temple remained impossible to control.

Mu Qian nodded, leaped, and landed on the open ground before the great gates of the Divine Temple.

He did not ask anything more; given Snow Maiden's habit of speaking as little as possible, asking would have been a waste of breath.

This was not Mu Qian's first time here; he had come a few times over the past few years, wanting to uncover the secrets of this place.

He could feel that he had an inextricable connection with this Divine Temple.

Why had he appeared here? Was it the Divine Temple that had summoned him?

Or was there some other earth-shattering secret?

Yet, in those previous attempts, he hadn't even been able to enter the gates.

Following Snow Maiden's instructions, Mu Qian pressed both hands against the massive cyan-gold crystal outside the door.

A gentle, pure white energy flowed out from the crystal, coiling around Mu Qian's arms.

Mu Qian watched this scene in a daze; the sensation was very tender, like a willow branch gently brushing against his face, or a stream flowing over his ankles in the warmth of early spring.

Accompanied by a grand and ancient rumbling sound, the gates of the Divine Temple slowly opened, revealing a passage wide enough for one person to enter.

The scene before Mu Qian's eyes changed; he seemed to have crossed endless time, seeing the very end of all things...