Dance of the Heavenly Snow Woman, Memory Revival

Hearing Xue Bingchen's shout, the Snow Empress paused her opening movement.

She turned her head, casting a deep gaze at the white-haired little boy who was clapping his hands with such excitement.

A peerless smile bloomed upon her stunning face, one so beautiful that it caused the swirling snow and wind to lose their luster.

The next moment, the Snow Empress moved.

She did not rely on any soul power to deliberately create a spectacle; she simply danced, guided by the instincts of her body, here at the peak of the Far North, beneath the falling snow.

As she danced, the wind and snow of the entire Far North seemed to come alive, transforming into her most loyal dance partners.

Her movements were graceful to the extreme, at times like light clouds veiling the moon, at others like flowing wind and swirling snow.

Every gesture, every turn, and even every delicate flick of her fingertips perfectly resonated with the most profound laws of ice and snow in this world.

Xue Bingchen widened his eyes, watching the Snow Empress's dance without blinking.

He saw that as her long dress fluttered, the temperature in the air plummeted, yet the cold was not bone-chilling; instead, it carried a purity that was aesthetically perfect to the extreme.

Countless crystalline snowflakes swirled around the Snow Empress, forming small tornadoes of ice and snow, only to dissolve into dots of icy blue light and merge into her body as they neared within three feet of her.

"This... this is the Dance of the Heavenly Snow Woman..."

Xue Bingchen watched in a daze, as if he were witnessing the birth of the Far North, the condensation of ten-thousand-year glaciers, and the songs of countless ice spirits in the wind.

There was not a shred of killing intent in the Snow Empress's dance, yet it contained an absolute will capable of freezing time and space, sealing all things.

That was the power reigning above all else—the Ultimate Ice!

Under the impact of this dreamlike, ethereal scene, the meridians in Xue Bingchen's body, which had been nourished by countless heavenly treasures for three years, began to resonate with the rhythm of the Snow Empress's dance, producing a faint yet incredibly pure echo.

"Hum—"

The moment this resonance occurred, a crisp shattering sound echoed deep within Xue Bingchen's mind, as if a heavy shackle had broken.

Following this crack, a vast and complex stream of information surged into his consciousness like a dam bursting, breaking through the seal.

He watched the Snow Empress's exquisite dance, observing the mysterious trajectories surrounding her that faintly carried the essence of the Emperor Sword: Ice Extreme Peerless and the Emperor Palm: Great Cold No Snow, while the fragments of memory in his mind began to frantically piece themselves together.

"Far North... the Three Great Kings..."

"Heavenly Snow Woman, Snow Empress... seven hundred thousand years of cultivation..."

"Ice Jade Empress Scorpion, Ice Empress... nearly four hundred thousand years of cultivation..."

"Martial Soul... Soul Ring... Soul Bone... Soul Master..."

One by one, terms that were once foreign yet felt incredibly familiar tore through the fog in his mind like lightning.

He finally understood why he felt so familiar with the Far North, why he felt such an affinity for the two Empresses of Ice and Snow, and why he knew that humans needed to awaken their Martial Souls at the age of six!

In Xue Bingchen's crystalline, icy blue eyes, the Snow Empress dancing like a deity amidst the snow was reflected, while a stormy sea raged within his heart. A thought, both shocking and undeniably certain, surfaced clearly in his mind:

"This place... is the Douluo Continent?!"

After briefly organizing the tidal wave of memory fragments, Xue Bingchen's small head felt like it was spinning, dizzy as if ten thousand Far North Ice Bees were buzzing inside his skull.

His large, icy blue eyes, once as clear as an ice spring, were now wide with extreme shock, his pupils contracting violently, his small mouth slightly agape, his breathing stalled for a beat.

"I... I actually transmigrated?! This place... this is the Douluo Continent?!"

The thought exploded deep within his young heart, stirring up a massive wave.

He stared blankly at his own fair, slender hands, which looked like lotus roots, and then at the small robe made of Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm Silk he was wearing; an indescribable sense of absurdity and unreality washed over him.

Though the memories of his past life were still somewhat blurry, he was one hundred percent certain that he had originally been an adult living in a modern society with a mature mind!

But now, not only had he become a three-year-old brat, but... he had also been living for three years in the core circle of the Far North, a place fraught with danger and rampant soul beasts!

What made him blush with shame, wishing he could dig a hole in the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Rock beneath him to hide in, was—

The memories he had just sorted out told him that for the past two and a half years, ever since the first day he learned to speak, he had been calling the high and mighty, cold-as-frost, seven-hundred-thousand-year ruler of the Far North, the Heavenly Snow Woman...

"Mommy"?!

Not only that, he also called that forty-thousand-year fierce beast, the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion, who could summon destructive blizzards at a whim and kill without blinking...

"Auntie Ice Empress"?!

"Oh heavens... what have I been doing for these past three years..." Xue Bingchen wailed in despair within his heart.

He recalled the countless times he had rubbed against the Snow Empress's flawless, soft, and full bosom, and how he had clung to her neck, refusing to let go whenever he was afraid of thunder.

He even remembered the times he was hungry, when the Snow Empress's stunningly cold face would lean in, and she would feed him the warm Millennium Ice Marrow Milk, bit by bit, with those lips as soft and cold as an ice-mountain lotus...

"Boom!"

Xue Bingchen felt a rush of blood surge to his head; his fair, rosy face turned as red as a ripe apple, and even his small ears seemed ready to bleed.

The impact of the massive information load, combined with the soul-stirring fusion of his past and present lives, instantly exhausted his already fragile, youthful mental strength.

His body swayed violently, his vision went black, and his small hands instinctively clutched his throbbing head. His tiny frame collapsed like a piece of wood losing its support, falling straight toward the ice rock beside him.

"Chen'er!"

"Little Bingchen!"

How powerful were the two Empresses of Ice and Snow?

Their mental senses had long since enveloped every inch of the space for hundreds of miles around.

Almost at the tiny instant Xue Bingchen's expression changed and his body began to sway, the hearts of the two rulers of the Far North tightened.

The Snow Empress, who had been dancing gracefully amidst the swirling snow as if one with the world, brought her exquisite dance to an abrupt halt.