Three Years Later, Tang San Wasn't Born Yet!

"I, Xue Bingchen, am the child raised by the most powerful Mother Snow Empress and Aunt Ice Empress of the Far North! Flowing through my veins is the purest power of ice and snow in the entire Far North!"

"When I turn six, I will definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent awaken the most powerful and beautiful 'Heavenly Snow Woman' martial soul in this world! I will never let you down!"

The little boy's crisp and firm voice echoed across the vast, snow-capped mountain peak, piercing through the swirling blizzard as if making the most solemn vow to this ancient land.

Hearing this resonant declaration from Xue Bingchen, the Ice Empress beside him froze for a moment, then pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice:

"Tch, what a boastful little brat. What's wrong with having my Ice Jade Empress Scorpion as your martial soul..."

But if one looked closely, they would see that the Ice Empress's emerald eyes were currently shimmering with immense gratification and anticipation, and even her usually taut little face could not help but soften.

As for the Snow Empress, who was holding Xue Bingchen, her body trembled slightly.

She looked at the little boy in her arms, whose gaze was so firm that he seemed to have grown up in an instant, and felt the softest part of her heart being deeply touched.

A warmth and emotion never before felt in hundreds of thousands of years of solitude surged like a tide, causing the eyes of this Sovereign of the Far North to, quite rarely, turn slightly red.

"Good... good child..."

The Snow Empress's voice was so soft, as if she were afraid of shattering this beautiful dream.

She lowered her head slightly, gently pressing her smooth, jade-like forehead against Xue Bingchen's small forehead.

She reached out her slender, icy, and supple hand, stroking Xue Bingchen's soft white hair with infinite tenderness and affection.

The blizzard across the sky seemed to soften at this moment, slowly circling around these two figures who, though not related by blood, were closer than any biological mother and child.

The Snow Empress's ethereal and melodious voice, filled with endless expectation and doting, rang softly in Xue Bingchen's ear:

"Very well, Mother believes in you."

"No matter how difficult the road ahead may be, no matter what challenges you must face, Mother will always be here, always... waiting for my Chen'er to grow up."

Time flew, and three years passed.

The three-year-old child Xue Bingchen, who had just fused with the memories of his past life and would faint from "growing his brain," had now grown into a six-year-old, exquisitely carved little boy.

He had waist-length white hair as smooth as silk from the Far North's ice silkworms, which shimmered with a faint silver light as it fluttered in the wind.

Those clear, ice-blue eyes seemed to contain the purest ice springs in the world.

His skin had been nourished by countless heavenly treasures and Millennium Ice Marrow Milk of the Far North, making it fair and translucent, like the finest mutton-fat jade.

Judging by his appearance alone, even if one looked across the entire Douluo Continent, one would not find a second child to compare with him.

In these three years, the daily interactions between Xue Bingchen and the two Empresses were enough to make anyone envious; if the soul masters of the human world knew, they would likely be so jealous they would vomit blood on the spot.

Every morning, when the first rays of the aurora pierced the night sky, Xue Bingchen would always wake up in the Snow Empress's soft, cold-scented, and incredibly comfortable embrace.

The Snow Empress would use warm water condensed from her 700,000-year-old Ultimate Ice essence to gently wipe his body, then use a comb carved from Millennium Ice Marrow to comb his white hair, bit by bit.

As for his "godmother," the Ice Empress, she was even wilder.

Her daily joy was to dash all over the Far North, searching for rare ice-type treasures containing vast amounts of energy.

Or, she would hunt some of the Far North's unique and precious soul beasts, taking their most essential flesh to boil into a highly nourishing meat broth, forcing Xue Bingchen to drink it.

"Little Bingchen! Open your mouth quickly. This is the descendant of a 'Ten Thousand Year Titan Snow Demon' I caught at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Zhang Ice Abyss today. It's highly nourishing; eat it and you'll grow strong!"

"Chen'er, don't listen to your Aunt Ice Empress; that meat is too coarse and will hurt your stomach."

"Come, have a sip of the Polar Ice Lotus Dew Mother just collected to soothe your throat..."

Whenever this happened, the Extreme North Core Zone would stage a scene of "two peerless fierce beasts fighting over the right to feed him."

Of course, the result was usually Xue Bingchen clutching his round belly, burping, and falling into a deep sleep under the Snow Empress's gentle soothing, while the Ice Empress sulked and drew circles on the ground nearby.

However, Xue Bingchen was no hothouse flower who only knew how to eat and play.

As a transmigrator with the soul of an adult, he knew very well what kind of world this was, where the strong preyed on the weak.

To figure out exactly which timeline of the Douluo Continent he was in, Xue Bingchen had pulled out all the stops over these three years.

He took advantage of his young age to act spoiled and cute, clinging to the Snow Empress's long, straight jade legs, even squeezing out a few tears to lament that as a human, he didn't even know what the outside world looked like or what his own kind looked like.

Faced with Xue Bingchen's pitiful little eyes, even the cold and frosty Sovereign of the Far North, the Snow Empress, eventually had to concede.

Thus, in the past three years, the Snow Empress had secretly suppressed her terrifying 700,000-year-old fierce beast aura a few times, using her heaven-defying cultivation to condense an invisibility barrier with her Ultimate Ice, and quietly took Xue Bingchen out of the Extreme North Core Zone to set foot in the human world beyond.

It was these few brief "incognito visits" that allowed Xue Bingchen to fully grasp the current situation on the continent and sent waves of wild joy through his heart.

He discovered that the human society outside was still a landscape of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire standing in opposition to each other.

And that behemoth that stood high above, suppressing the entire soul master world—the Martial Soul Hall.

It was not yet ruled by that peerless, iron-fisted Pope, Bibi Dong!

As for that "Shrek Academy," which would later become famous across the continent, it didn't even have a ripple yet.

That world-renowned "Grandmaster" Yu Xiaogang was likely still in some corner, feeling dejected because he couldn't break through to level thirty.

And that child of destiny known as the God King Tang, Tang San... his story hadn't even begun!

"In other words, I am currently in the timeline of the first part of Douluo Continent! And my starting point might even be earlier than Tang San's!"

On the night he confirmed this information, Xue Bingchen was so excited that he did a dozen somersaults on the ice rock, making even the Ice Empress wonder if the child had taken the wrong medicine.

A glint of ambition flickered in Xue Bingchen's eyes.

Starting in the same era, what did he have to fear?

What did Tang San have?

A decadent father who spent his days drinking and forging, a destitute village where one couldn't even get enough to eat, or that so-called Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record?

And what about him, Xue Bingchen?

Behind him stood the entire Far North!

His "mother" was the Heavenly Snow Woman with seven hundred thousand years of cultivation, and his "aunt" was the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion with nearly four hundred thousand years of cultivation!

For these past three years, he had drunk Millennium Ice Marrow Milk like water, snacked on Polar Snow Lotus, and bathed in the essence blood of ten-thousand-year spirit beasts mixed with the Extreme Cold Spirit Spring!

His body had been forcefully forged by the foundations of the Far North into a flawless treasure trove.

How could I possibly lose? I ask you, how could I possibly lose?! Xue Bingchen laughed maniacally in his heart.

As long as he grew according to plan, let alone Tang San, he would dare to face even Qian Renxue of the Martial Soul Hall, who would become the Angel God ahead of schedule, in a head-on confrontation!