Dragon Emperor Douluo!

One day later.

The outskirts of the Far North.

As the first rays of sunlight spilled across the vast, frozen landscape, the figures of Long Xiaoyao and Long Yaochen suddenly appeared within this snowfield.

The figures of Long Xiaoyao and Long Yaochen suddenly appeared in the midst of this snowfield.

The moment he arrived, Long Yaochen felt a chill seep into his body.

However, it was instantly neutralized by the martial soul within him.

"We will rest for half a day. We'll prepare to head deeper into the core zone this afternoon."

With that, Long Xiaoyao waved his hand.

A black dragon claw condensed in the air and raked across the snow, forcibly carving a simple yet sturdy snow hut out of the ground.

"Teacher, it's clear you have plenty of experience living as a wanderer," Long Yaochen said with a smile.

"Enough talk, get some rest," Long Xiaoyao said, rapping Long Yaochen on the head with a huff.

Even though he was a Limit Douluo, traversing more than half of the Douluo Continent in a single day while bringing this brat along had consumed a fair amount of his energy.

Moreover, they had to face fierce beasts tonight, so he had to ensure he was at his peak.

At dusk.

Long Xiaoyao slowly opened his eyes, the trace of fatigue between his brows having completely vanished.

"Are you certain that the Snow Empress is unable to intervene?"

"I certainly wouldn't joke with both of our lives," Long Yaochen nodded and said earnestly.

Although he didn't remember exactly when the Snow Empress had been taken away in his past life, one thing was certain: before that point, she had definitely been in a desperate situation, either in seclusion or undergoing reincarnation.

Judging by the fact that Huo Yuhao was able to complete his fusion with the Ice Empress in the core of the Far North without interference from the Snow Empress, it was highly probable that she was already unable to act normally by that point in time.

The current time was not far off from that period.

Regardless, with Long Xiaoyao there to guarantee his safety, he had to take this gamble.

Otherwise, if he really dragged it out until the timeline of the original story, Long Yaochen felt there was some risk in competing against an acquaintance of Sky Dream Ice Silkworm.

Furthermore, he didn't want Long Xiaoyao to have too much contact with Huo Yuhao.

In case that little brat still had some hidden cards... Long Xiaoyao was his greatest trump card right now.

"Is this also something you learned from that demigod opportunity of yours?" Long Xiaoyao asked.

"Of course, otherwise how could I possibly know such a secret?" Long Yaochen immediately shifted the blame onto Electrolux.

On the way here, Long Yaochen saw that Long Xiaoyao didn't believe for a second that he had come up with the plan himself.

He had no choice but to give a rough explanation of Elder Yi's existence.

When Long Xiaoyao heard the title of a demigod, he even thought Long Yaochen was playing a prank on him.

However, once Long Yaochen explained the detailed plan and revealed a trace of Electrolux's aura, Long Xiaoyao was barely convinced.

After all, that level of power was indeed significantly stronger than his own as a Limit Douluo.

"The Ice Empress and Snow Empress's lifespans are nearing their end... if you really manage to pull this off..."

Long Xiaoyao shook his head and didn't continue.

Deep down, he felt once again that his momentary kindness back then had been the right thing to do.

Could it be that I really should do more good deeds?

A bizarre thought surfaced in Long Xiaoyao's mind, only to be immediately suppressed by him.

He looked at the sky outside and said, "It's getting late, let's get moving."

"Right, put this on under your clothes." Long Xiaoyao took a silver-white light armor from his storage Soul Tool and handed it to Long Yaochen.

The light armor looked like a cross between metal and fabric, and it felt strangely warm to the touch.

"What is this?" Long Yaochen asked as he put it on.

"I swiped it from a junior. It's not much use for anything else, but it keeps you warm."

Long Xiaoyao unleashed a pulse of Soul Power, and the makeshift snow hut instantly exploded into a sky full of ice crystals.

"It really is quite warm."

Long Yaochen felt the temperature of his body; it was indeed warmer than before.

His own martial soul meant he wasn't afraid of ordinary cold, but the core zone of the Far North was clearly not ordinary.

Fortunately, Long Xiaoyao was thoughtful.

"Let's go."

As soon as Long Xiaoyao finished speaking, he swept Long Yaochen up and transformed into a streak of black light, streaking toward the core area of the Far North.

Night fell over the core area of the Far North.

"Hoo..." Long Yaochen exhaled, and his breath instantly condensed into ice mist.

The chill here was many times more intense than in the outer regions.

The surrounding environment had shifted from the icy wilderness of the outskirts, where one could occasionally spot a few pine trees, into a realm of deathly, pure white silence.

There was not the slightest sign of life.

Even though he was wearing the thermal light armor Long Xiaoyao had given him, he still shivered from the cold.

"Kid, are you ready?" Long Xiaoyao glanced at Long Yaochen and asked.

He, however, acted as if nothing were amiss, still dressed in his thin black robes.

Long Yaochen closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into his Sea of Spirit.

"Elder Yi, it's about to begin. How is that method you prepared coming along?"

"Rest assured, with the Holy Blade of Life, this method is foolproof," Electrolux said calmly.

Over these past few months, Electrolux had not been idle.

With the Life Gold constantly nourishing him, he had recovered faster than in the original timeline, giving him the spare energy to study the power systems of this world.

In particular, the relationship between soul beasts and soul masters.

No matter how he looked at it, it felt strange.

So, whenever he had free time, he would have Long Yaochen take him to the Shrek beast-fighting arena to observe soul beasts up close.

Over time, a new idea had formed in his mind.

Why couldn't the consciousness of a soul beast be stored and transformed into a new form of power?

After hearing this, Long Yaochen realized that this was essentially the prototype for a Soul Spirit.

And today was the perfect opportunity to test that theory.

Because he had no way of absorbing the Ice Empress the way the original story dictated.

Having received an affirmative reply from Electrolux, Long Yaochen slowly opened his eyes, nodded at Long Xiaoyao, and said, "Let's begin, Teacher."

"Good! It has been a long time since I've gotten serious; it's time to stretch my limbs."

The moment his voice fell, Long Xiaoyao took a slow step forward.

BOOM--!

The vast core area of the Far North seemed to shudder violently at that very moment.

The previously deathly silent wind and snow suddenly swirled in reverse, and ink-black Soul Power surged from within Long Xiaoyao's body, like a bottomless curtain of night, forcibly pressing down upon the pure white snowfield.

Rings of soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black, red, red, red!

Without any superfluous movements, the mere appearance of his soul rings caused the ice and snow for miles around to begin cracking under the unbearable pressure.

Although Long Yaochen had grown up following Long Xiaoyao, this was the first time he had seen the man get serious.

Even when they went to Shrek to wreck the place, he hadn't displayed such terrifying might.

Standing behind him, Long Yaochen felt the horror of a Limit Douluo so directly for the first time.

It was a majesty that seemed capable of bending the very will of heaven and earth.

"This is what a soul master should be," Long Yaochen sighed subconsciously.

In the next instant, the intensely concentrated dark Soul Power condensed in mid-air, and the massive phantom of a Dark Sacred Dragon slowly emerged.

Its dragon head hung low, its dragon eyes cold, as if it were an ancient monarch looking down upon all living things.

The seventh ring, the blood-red ring representing one hundred thousand years, suddenly flared with light.

Dark Sacred Dragon, Martial Soul Avatar!

Accompanied by a low dragon roar, the Dark Sacred Dragon phantom completely merged with Long Xiaoyao.

In an instant, the night sky of the Far North seemed to be dyed the color of ink.

Deep within the snowfield, countless soul beasts prostrated themselves on the ground at that moment.

Long Xiaoyao did not continue forward, but stood with his hands behind his back amidst the wind and snow. His aged voice, however, rolled across the entire core area like thunder.

"Ice Empress. Come out and have a talk with this old man."