Bibi Dong Abandons the Far North! Snow Empress and Ice Empress

In the Far North, the wind and snow cut like blades.

Amidst the sky-filling, goose-feather snowflakes, a solitary figure stood alone.

She cradled an infant in swaddling clothes, her long purple hair fluttering slightly in the wind, looking utterly out of place in this world of pure white.

The Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong.

She was beautiful, breathtakingly so; even in such a desperate wasteland, her elegance remained undiminished. Yet, that exquisite face held not a trace of expression, only dead silence.

The infant in her arms seemed to sense something, shifting restlessly.

Suddenly.

A slender, fair hand, yet one containing terrifying power, clamped around the infant's fragile neck.

The pressure tightened, bit by bit.

This was her son.

The bastard seed left behind by that beast, Qian Xunji.

In Bibi Dong's eyes, love and hate intertwined, eventually leaving behind only bone-chilling coldness.

She hated!

She hated the man who had ruined her life.

But she was only twenty years old, merely a Soul Saint; with what could she take revenge against the high and mighty Pope?

A sense of powerlessness caused her to transfer all her hatred onto this innocent infant.

Lan opened his eyes.

A sensation of suffocation surged instantly, the air in his lungs being drawn away bit by bit.

He saw a face, a face capable of driving every man in the world to madness, yet now it carried a madness that sought to destroy everything.

It was his mother, Bibi Dong.

Lan's heart was completely calm.

In his past life, he was a top-tier assassin walking in the shadows.

In this life, he had become the son of Martial Soul Hall Saintess Bibi Dong, and the younger brother of the future Angelic Deity, Qian Renxue.

He had thought it was a perfect start—to inherit Martial Soul Hall, to sleep on the knees of beauties and wake to wield the power of the world.

He had not expected the start to be hell itself.

At birth, Bibi Dong had insisted on giving birth alone. After delivering twins, she used a secret technique to hide Lan, fooling Qian Xunji with the girl, Qian Renxue.

Afterward, she found an excuse to go out for a stroll, taking him away.

His own biological mother had actually brought him secretly to this Far North to end his life with her own hands.

The corners of Lan's mouth seemed to curl into an imperceptible arc.

Even a tiger does not eat its own cubs.

Human nature, as it turned out, was darker and uglier than the most venomous spirit beasts.

Forget it.

The warm sensation against her fingertips and the infant's clear, yet utterly calm eyes, made Bibi Dong's heart tremble violently.

The hand gripping his neck finally loosened.

"Cough... cough..."

Fresh, cold air flooded into his lungs, and Lan let out the instinctive cough of an infant.

"I will just let you fend for yourself here in the Far North."

Bibi Dong's voice was very soft, so soft it seemed as if it could be blown away by the wind and snow at any moment.

"Regardless, no one in Martial Soul Hall knows of your existence except for me."

Having said that, she gently placed the swaddled bundle on the snow.

She turned and left.

Without a shred of attachment, without a single glance back.

So cold.

Lan felt his body temperature being drained away rapidly.

Although his training in his past life gave him an extremely high tolerance for extreme cold, he was ultimately no match for this infant body only a few months old.

Moreover, in this frozen wasteland, there seemed to be a strange power constantly eroding his vitality.

Lan's consciousness began to blur.

Yet his heart was clearer than it had ever been before.

Of the fifty Great Daos, one escapes; thus, all things in the world possess a sliver of hope for survival.

Lan slowly closed his eyes, and the cultivation technique that had been carved into the depths of his soul in his past life began to flow through his heart.

Heart Clearing Technique.

It was a supplementary technique he had used in his previous life to suppress his endless killing intent and guard his true heart.

Yet, it was also a true path of cultivation.

Lan's consciousness began to circulate in accordance with the profound incantations.

"Heart like clear ice, unperturbed even if the heavens collapse."

"All things are silent, only my heart resonates."

"Transform killing intent into a blade, refine cold energy into spirit."

"The Dao follows nature, guarding my true spirit."

"Absorb the profound ice of heaven and earth, forge an indestructible body."

"Draw upon the wind and snow from all directions, refine a flawless physique."

"Life force flows, cycling without end."

"My fate is mine to command, not the heavens'!"

The profound technique flowed through the lake of Lan's heart, and that bone-chilling power of extreme cold was actually guided by this intent, transforming into streams of pure, warm energy that merged into his tiny limbs and bones.

The flame of life, which had been on the verge of extinguishing, was not snuffed out by the wind and snow; instead, in this desperate situation, it burned brighter and brighter in an inconceivable manner.

In the core circle of the Far North, deep within a palace forged from ten-thousand-year profound ice.

"So boring..."

A voice, tinged with laziness and irritation, rang out.

The speaker was a woman with long, ink-green hair cascading to her waist, her face breathtakingly beautiful yet carrying a hint of wickedness. Her lower body was not legs, but a massive scorpion tail covered in emerald-green armor, exuding a sense of wild, primal power.

Ice Jade Empress Scorpion, Ice Empress.

She was tapping the ice surface lightly with the tip of her scorpion tail, producing a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound out of sheer boredom.

Suddenly, her movements stalled, as if she had sensed something.

"Hm?"

A flash of curiosity crossed the Ice Empress's emerald eyes.

Immediately, as if she had discovered an peerless toy, an excited expression appeared on her face, and her massive body transformed into an afterimage, rushing out of the palace.

"Xue'er! Xue'er! Come look at this!"

Her voice arrived before she did, the tone undisguisedly eager, as if she were presenting a treasure.

Seated upon the palace throne was a woman.

She wore a pure white dress, unstained by a single speck of dust; her skin was fairer than snow, her features as exquisite as a painting, and her snow-white hair reached the floor, making her appear as if she had merged into this world of ice and snow.

Snow Empress.

The leader of the Three Great Heavenly Kings of the Far North, the true monarch of the snow.

Hearing the Ice Empress's boisterous voice, she slowly opened her eyes, a trace of helplessness flickering through her pale blue pupils.

Her cultivation had been interrupted once again.

"Bing'er, why are you so flustered?"

Her voice was as cold as snow, yet carried a hint of indulgence.

"Look over there!"

The Ice Empress extended a slender finger, pointing toward the depths of the distant wind and snow.

The Snow Empress looked in the direction she pointed, her cold gaze piercing through layers of blizzard.

The next moment, even she could not help but show a look of astonishment on her otherwise placid face.

There, amidst the sky-filling wind and snow, an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes lay quietly on the snow.

He was not crying, nor was he making a fuss.

Even more bizarrely, the life force within him had not been stripped away by the extreme cold; instead, it was growing from weak to strong at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He... seemed to be absorbing the power of ice and snow from this world.

Lan's consciousness became increasingly clear.

He could feel his fragile body undergoing a transformation that felt like shedding his very skin to be reborn.

Suddenly, two figures appeared within his line of sight.

One was a creature with a scorpion's tail and a human torso: the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion.

The other was a woman with snow-white hair, appearing like a goddess of ice and snow descended to the mortal realm, so noble that one dared not look her in the eye.

There was not a ripple of emotion in Lan's heart.

A soul beast taking human form?