The Snow Empress's Shyness, A Beauty Beyond Compare!

Xiao Yan keenly captured the shift in the energy surrounding the Snow Empress.

The lethal prelude to her self-destruction had been pressed onto pause.

The details of the contract had already unfolded within her mind; those subversive rules had clearly become a solid barrier standing between her and death.

The essence of negotiation lies in the stacking of bargaining chips.

Xiao Yan was not impatient; he strolled forward.

"Snow Empress, you have lived through long, arduous ages, yet you would rather abandon this heaven-defying cultivation to attempt to reshape your form and start anew. Naturally, you know the potential of humanity like the back of your hand." Xiao Yan stopped three paces away from the Snow Empress, his deep black eyes staring straight into those icy blue ones. His tone was steady, stating an irrefutable fact.

"And I, Xiao Yan, am twelve years old. I possess twin martial souls, and my current soul power is at level fifty. The four soul rings I currently possess are all of the ten-thousand-year level."

He raised his hand, pointing to himself, and then gestured toward Electrolux, who was standing to the side watching the show.

"Snow Empress, evaluating with your vision, with this one protecting me, added to my own talent, what do you think the probability is of me becoming a god in the future?"

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely against the Snow Empress's just-wavering resolve.

The Snow Empress's gaze fell upon Xiao Yan.

Relying on the terrifying perception of a soul beast nearly seven hundred thousand years old, she easily probed the true bone age of the youth before her.

Twelve years old—this could not be faked.

A twelve-year-old level fifty Soul King was, in the history of the soul master world, a fantasy.

Not to mention that the first four soul rings were all ten-thousand-year level.

She turned her head to look at the old man in the black and white robe.

The Snow Empress's breathing grew uncontrollably heavy.

The Emperor Sword: Ice Extreme Unparalleled she had unleashed with all her might just moments ago—a move that even a Limit Douluo among humans would have to treat with caution—had been pinched between that old man's two fingers with effortless ease.

With such an existence as a guardian, coupled with the boy's own monstrous aptitude, becoming a god no longer seemed like some ethereal fantasy, but a nailed-down, predetermined path!

What did becoming a god mean?

It meant breaking the shackles of the plane; it meant eternal life!

The reason she, the Snow Empress, was risking her life to reshape her form in this ice cave was precisely because she knew she could not survive the coming seven-hundred-thousand-year heavenly tribulation.

Reshaping into a human was merely seeking that one thread of ethereal chance for longevity in a desperate situation.

And now, a broad road leading to the God Realm, leading to true immortality, was laid out beneath her feet without any concealment.

The cold hardness in the Snow Empress's eyes gradually faded, and a complex luster rose in her icy blue pupils.

She was moved.

One could even say she was completely unable to refuse.

However, she remained suspended in mid-air, her body stiff, hesitating to speak and agree.

Because just dozens of breaths ago, she had sworn with absolute determination that "even if I shatter my origin and scatter my cultivation, I will never become a soul spirit."

If she were to nod and agree now, she would truly lose face.

An awkward emotion spread in the depths of her heart, and a faint crimson flush quietly appeared on the Snow Empress's cheeks, which were as fair as ten-thousand-year black ice.

The blush spread from the corners of her eyes to her earlobes, appearing exceptionally distinct against the backdrop of the sky full of snow and the deep blue ice cave.

Xiao Yan took all of this in.

Watching the Snow Empress, who had shed her killing intent and revealed a trace of shyness, he sighed in admiration to himself.

As expected of the Ice Heaven Snow Maiden nurtured by heaven and earth, such a beautiful and spiritual countenance—usually as cold as frost, making one afraid to look directly at her—now, stained with this flush of mortal life, was peerlessly beautiful and heart-stirring.

However, appreciation was one thing, but Xiao Yan had not forgotten his business.

Since the other party could not bring herself to lower her pride, he naturally had to take the initiative to lay down a step, lest things drag on and complications arise.

Xiao Yan took a step forward and openly extended his right hand, suspending it in mid-air.

"Snow Empress, I understand you. Then, happy cooperation!"

This simple and crisp opening had no boasting of a victor, nor any condescending charity; it was merely an equal invitation, perfectly dissolving the awkwardness in the air.

The Snow Empress looked down at that hand with its distinct joints, and the hesitation in her eyes dissipated.

The temperament of the Lord of the Far North was, after all, extraordinary; since she had made her choice, she was no longer coy.

She slowly descended from mid-air, her bare feet touching the black ice floor.

She extended her right hand, which looked as if it were carved from mutton-fat jade, and solemnly grasped Xiao Yan's palm.

The moment their hands touched, Xiao Yan clearly perceived the texture of her palm.

It was an indescribably wonderful experience.

The Snow Empress's soft hand was cold to the bone, like the finest cold jade, her skin delicate and smooth, without the slightest flaw.

Xiao Yan's expression was calm, his deep black eyes as still as an ancient well.

They touched and parted.

Xiao Yan nimbly withdrew his hand and turned to face Electrolux on the side.

"Elder Yi, I'll leave it to you." Xiao Yan spoke with a respectful tone, handing the stage over to the Necromancer Saint Mage.

Electrolux tucked his hands into his wide sleeves and let out a theatrical, long-drawn sigh.

"I, a dignified generation of Magic God, have now become the exclusive laborer for a brat like you. Truly a life of toil." Electrolux shook his head, taking slow, measured steps toward a flat patch of ice in the center of the ice cavern.

"However, having someone else in the Sea of Consciousness to talk to in the future is a good thing. It's better than staring at that dull, unromantic bell all day long."

Complaints aside, Electrolux's hands moved without the slightest hesitation.

He stood firm, his previously hunched back straightening instantly as the vast, god-level spiritual power erupted.

Electrolux raised his right hand, his index finger gently tracing lines in the void.

Pure power of light poured from his fingertips, transforming into brilliant golden threads that branded themselves onto the hard ten-thousand-year profound ice.

At the same time, his left hand rose, and a gray aura of death quietly permeated the air, condensing into gray runes that intertwined perfectly with the golden lines.

Light and death, two extreme forces that should have been as incompatible as fire and water, achieved an incredible harmony and unity in Electrolux's hands.

The gold and gray threads danced across the ice, moving faster and faster.

Complex geometric patterns, ancient magic incantations, and array eyes containing the laws of heaven and earth were precisely carved one by one.

The entire ice cavern was illuminated by the light emitted from the array.

The surrounding ice and snow were drawn by the array, spontaneously rotating around the edges of the diagram to form a miniature storm barrier.

This was not a traditional soul power array of the Douluo Continent, but a high-level magic array that transcended plane limitations and pointed directly to the origin of the soul.

Xiao Zhan, who was standing at the cave entrance on guard, couldn't help but gasp as he looked at the dizzyingly complex array diagram.

As a dignified level-96 Super Douluo, he couldn't understand the energy flow rules contained within the array at all, and even approaching the edge of the diagram made him feel a tremor deep within his soul.

"The array is complete. Little Yan, bring your new friend into the formation."

Electrolux withdrew his hands, and the gold and gray array diagram emitted a low hum as six array eyes simultaneously lit up with beams of light that shot straight toward the dome of the ice cavern.

Xiao Yan did not hesitate, gesturing for the Snow Empress to proceed.

The two followed one another, stepping across the profound ice floor and into the swirling light of the Soul Spirit Magic Array.

Xiao Yan stood at the positive array eye in the center of the diagram, his moon-white robe snapping in the airflow stirred up by the formation.

The Snow Empress stood barefoot at the negative array eye, her white hair flying as the complex magic runes reflected in her ice-blue eyes.

The two stood three feet apart, facing each other.

The gold and gray lines beneath their feet began to converge toward the center, and a vast, gentle spiritual power tightly linked their auras together.

The Soul Spirit Magic Array was officially activated!