Self-Created Ice and Snow Godhood?

Hearing Xue Bingchen's explanation, the Snow Empress nodded slightly, signaling her understanding.

No powerful soul skill could be flawless; there were bound to be certain limitations.

Yet, even so, this "Glazed Ice-Snow Heart" soul skill could absolutely be called the cream of the crop!

Especially... in the Far North!

The Snow Empress's gaze became incredibly profound. She watched the six-year-old boy before her, who already possessed the budding aura of a king, and a tempestuous storm surged deep within her heart.

What did this soul skill of Xue Bingchen's signify?

It meant that as long as he remained within this land of ice and snow, his future self would be the absolute master of this domain!

He possessed the absolute initiative and an undying body!

This caused the Snow Empress to involuntarily think of the ancient legends circulating across the Douluo Continent.

Ruling the heavens was the high and mighty Angel God!

Ruling the boundless oceans was the unfathomable Sea God!

They were both beings who possessed absolute control within their respective domains, eventually gathering faith to achieve the supreme status of a god!

And now, with Xue Bingchen possessing the Ultimate Ice martial soul and the heaven-defying soul skill of "As long as the ice and snow remain, I remain," did it not also mean...

He possessed the potential to rule this Far North ice and snow?

An extremely wild thought, yet one that made the Snow Empress tremble all over, began to take root and sprout uncontrollably in her mind:

If soul beasts could not become gods, then this human boy, who gathered the fortune of the Far North heaven and earth in his own person...

Could he, in this land of extreme cold, gather the faith of ice and snow and create an unprecedented...

Ice-Snow God position?!

In the days that followed, the Far North returned to its customary tranquility.

Xue Bingchen completely settled his heart, entering a state of near-maniacal, immersive cultivation.

Having obtained his second soul ring and the "Glazed Ice-Snow Heart" soul skill, he was even more like a fish in water in the Far North than before, tempering his physical body and honing his soul power in the wind and snow every single day.

Of course, cultivation required a balance of work and rest.

Whenever he felt bored, Xue Bingchen would leave the Extreme North Core Zone and sneak off to the supply towns on the outskirts of the Far North, where human mercenaries and soul masters gathered.

He would drink a cup of steaming hot ale and listen to the latest gossip and news from across the continent.

After all, intelligence was very important.

Although, most of the time, the worried Snow Empress and Ice Empress would follow him in secret.

On this day, Xue Bingchen was wrapped in a thick white fur cloak, sitting in the corner of the busiest tavern in the town.

The tavern's hearth was burning brightly, and a group of burly mercenaries were boasting loudly, fueled by the alcohol.

"Hey, have you heard? The sky over Martial Soul Hall has changed!" A scarred mercenary gulped down a mouthful of strong liquor and lowered his voice mysteriously.

"Pfft, who on the entire continent doesn't know about that by now?"

The person next to him rolled his eyes:

"It was probably a few months ago; that high and mighty Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Xunji, suddenly passed away! The one sitting on the Pope's throne now is the former Saintess, Bibi Dong!"

"Tsk tsk, the speed of this change in the Papal throne was practically seamless! I heard that this new Pope is a ruthless character; she used extremely iron-fisted, thunderous means to purge all dissenters overnight, which is how she sat firmly on the throne! If she had been any slower, that chair definitely wouldn't have been hers to sit on!"

"Who's to say otherwise! But the most explosive part is what happened afterward!"

Another soul master, who looked like a skinny monkey, leaned in, his face full of excitement:

"Not long after Bibi Dong took power, Martial Soul Hall directly declared war on the number one sect in the world—the Clear Sky Sect!"

"Martial Soul Hall claimed to the outside world that the former Pope, Qian Xunji, was killed by Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect! Good heavens, that battle was earth-shattering! Martial Soul Hall dispatched who knows how many powerhouses and went straight to the Clear Sky Sect's mountain gate!"

"And guess what happened? The people of Martial Soul Hall were cunning; they knew those old fogies of the Clear Sky Sect were strong and hard to crack, so they specifically picked the soft persimmons! They focused on killing the younger generation of the Clear Sky Sect! I heard that the grandsons and great-grandsons of several Clear Sky Sect elders were all slaughtered by Martial Soul Hall! They cut off their roots directly!"

"Hahahaha! If you know the old ones will only play the coward, then just kill all the young ones! Martial Soul Hall's move was ruthless enough!"

A burst of raucous laughter erupted in the tavern.

"However, the most shocking thing was the Clear Sky Sect's reaction."

The scarred man sneered, his face full of disdain:

"A dignified number one sect in the world, having so many juniors slaughtered at their doorstep, and what was the result? They didn't even dare to let out a fart! They directly announced they were closing the mountain and completely withdrew from the world!"

"Exactly! What kind of 'number one sect in the world' is that? What 'countless powerhouses within the sect'? They bumped into Martial Soul Hall once and were immediately crippled, scared into acting like cowards! It's made the whole continent laugh at them!"

"This also goes to show just how terrifying the strength of the current Martial Soul Hall is..."

Listening to the mercenaries' discussion, the corners of Xue Bingchen's mouth, hidden beneath his hood, curled into a playful arc.

"So that's how it is..."

Xue Bingchen picked up the warm water in front of him and took a sip, his brain racing as he instantly sorted out the current timeline.

Qian Xunji is dead, Bibi Dong has taken power, and the Clear Sky Sect has closed its mountain.

In other words, that so-called "Child of Destiny," Tang San, has already been born?

"Calculating the time, Tang San must have already been taken by that crippled, alcoholic waste of a father, Tang Hao, to that remote Holy Soul Village, right?"

Xue Bingchen sneered inwardly.

For the next few years, the plot would likely consist of Tang Hao getting dead drunk every day, while little Tang San stood on a small stool, bitterly forging iron to support the family.

A rather comical name suddenly flashed through Xue Bingchen's mind.

"Since Tang San has already been born, that fellow Yu Xiaogang should still be at level twenty-nine, right? Just how many years has he been stuck at level twenty-nine?"

"Oh, I forgot. Without the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma that Tang San would later find for him, it seems Yu Xiaogang would never break through to level thirty in this lifetime."

Thinking of Yu Xiaogang, Xue Bingchen suddenly recalled something.

Back when he had just awakened his Martial Soul, the Snow Empress had solemnly told him that the maximum absorption limit for a human Spirit Master's first spirit ring was four hundred and thirty-one years, claiming she had read it in a best-selling book from the human world.

At the time, Xue Bingchen had found those words extremely familiar.

To verify his hypothesis, after returning to the Extreme North Core Zone, Xue Bingchen specifically went to search through the books the Snow Empress had brought back from the human world years ago.

Good heavens, he didn't know until he looked, but he was shocked once he did!

He actually dug out a beautifully bound book from the pile, and the title clearly read: Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul!

And in the author's position, several large characters were prominently printed—Theoretical Master: Yu Xiaogang! (Parentheses: Wisdom Corner of the Golden Iron Triangle).