The Continental Situation: Eternal Night's Frost Song

More than three years flowed by like water, and the once-tender Qian Lingche had grown into a twelve-year-old youth.

His frame was more upright than before, his brow carried a touch of composure, and his eyes revealed a sense of detachment.

For these three years, Qian Lingche had spent most of his time immersed in his own cultivation.

He knew deep down that his strength was still far from enough, and he had to seize every second to improve himself.

Therefore, he chose to go into seclusion, honing his soul power and techniques day after day, to the point where even the clamor of the outside world could not disturb him.

Ji Lin remained busy; as the Deputy Hall Master, he shouldered the responsibilities of the entire Eternal Night Frost Song Hall.

Qian Lingche understood his situation but felt helpless about it—Brother Ling and Brother Yi had no desire to manage affairs at all, and Ling Yuan was almost completely clueless.

So, Ji Lin had to suffer for it, though he had already selected a few Cardinals to take over his work, waiting only for his breakthrough to Titled Douluo to finally rest.

Qian Lingche leaned lazily against the sofa, one hand propping up his head while the other rested casually on the armrest, his tone carrying a hint of resignation.

"These past few years, I don't know what has gotten into the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire; there have been constant frictions, large and small, along the borders."

He turned his head and glanced at Ning Jingchen, who was sitting nearby: "It's only our two sects that are enjoying these peaceful years here."

Upon hearing this, Ning Jingchen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said with a teasing tone: "What, are you bored? Or do you want to go to the border to join in the excitement?"

Qian Lingche raised an eyebrow and waved his hand in disdain: "Forget it, I don't have that kind of spare time."

If it weren't for the fact that Yu Yuanzhen had been heavily injured by Ling Yuan a few years ago and still hadn't recovered enough to participate in the war, their Eternal Night Frost Song Hall and the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect would likely have been dragged into the fray as well.

"To put it bluntly, they are only doing this for profit and face. They fight back and forth, but in the end, it is the common people who suffer. I have no desire to get involved."

Ning Jingchen nodded: "True, for our two sects to maintain neutrality is already a rare piece of tranquility."

"But how long this balance can be maintained, no one can say for sure."

Qian Lingche fell silent for a moment at these words, then sighed softly: "Indeed, the tree desires stillness but the wind will not cease... However, as long as our two sects work together, no matter how turbulent the outside world becomes, at least we can have a pure land here."

Ning Jingchen shook his head helplessly, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "If they knew your current situation, they probably wouldn't be fighting; they would be wary of you instead."

Qian Lingche was slightly stunned, then chuckled aloud: "What, am I that terrifying? I am merely a twelve-year-old boy."

Ning Jingchen glanced at him, his tone turning serious: "Twelve years old? Heh, if people outside heard you say that, they would likely be so frightened they'd call an emergency meeting overnight."

"To be able to cultivate soul power to this level at twelve, and even be on the verge of breaking through to a Soul King—who wouldn't be terrified by such talent?"

Qian Lingche tilted his head, a cunning smile curling his lips: "Then why aren't you working harder? Didn't you say you wanted to be my exclusive support? What, do you want to slack off now?"

Ning Jingchen was choked by his words: "You brat, when have I ever slacked off?"

"Besides, to be your support, you have to have the ability to make me go all out."

Qian Lingche raised an eyebrow and said with feigned dissatisfaction: "Oh? By the sound of it, you think I'm not qualified?"

Ning Jingchen laughed: "Qualified, you're definitely qualified, I'm just joking."

"Your talent and strength are plain for all to see; who would dare say you aren't qualified? Besides, I decided long ago to be your exclusive support; how could I easily go back on my word?"

Qian Lingche's lips curled upward, his eyes filled with a hint of triumph: "That's more like it. But don't think that just because you're my support you can slack off—I'll be keeping an eye on you."

Just as Qian Lingche and Ning Jingchen were preparing to head out, a series of hurried footsteps sounded from outside.

A Cardinal walked in hastily, bowing respectfully: "Hall Master, the Snow God statue has been completed. Please come over to inspect it."

Ning Jingchen took the opportunity: "Then I won't disturb you; I'll head back first. You go ahead and get busy."

Qian Lingche turned his head to look at him: "What, leaving already? Won't you come and take a look with me?"

Ning Jingchen waved his hands quickly: "This is your god statue, why would I go and join in the excitement?"

The Eternal Night Frost Song Hall only told the public they were building a god statue, and because the statue resembled Qian Lingche's martial soul, they assumed it was a statue of Qian Lingche himself.

Qian Lingche smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Fine, then you head back first. I'll come find you once I'm done here."

Qian Lingche stepped into the Snow God Hall, a palace built specifically to enshrine the statue, constructed entirely of white Ice Snow Stone.

The surroundings were inlaid with crystal-clear crystals, and sunlight filtered through the dome, refracting into brilliant rays.

He looked up at the statue, which stood hundreds of meters tall, crafted entirely from ice crystal and exuding a faint chill and a sacred aura.

The statue's face bore a slight resemblance to Qian Lingche's martial soul, yet it appeared more majestic and solemn, as if overlooking all things in the world, inspiring awe in those who beheld it.

With a thought, Qian Lingche's soul power surged, and four soul rings—two purple and two black—rose slowly from beneath his feet.

Behind him, his ice-blue Six-Winged Angel martial soul emerged quietly, its six massive wings spreading gently, radiating a biting chill and sacred brilliance.

In truth, his martial soul was no different from his sister's, except that she controlled light and fire, while he controlled light and ice.

Qian Lingche tapped his toes and hovered before the statue.

The Six-Winged Angel martial soul seemed to possess a soul of its own; it reached out a hand of its own accord, its palm facing the statue.

A stream of ice-blue energy flowed from the Six-Winged Angel's hand like a trickling brook, slowly pouring into the statue.

As the energy continued to flow, the statue gradually lit up with a brilliant blue radiance, and the sense of cold and holiness grew increasingly intense, as if the entire Snow God Hall were shrouded in a field of ice-blue light.

Suddenly, the statue's eyes flashed open, and a massive pillar of ice-blue light erupted from its body, shooting straight into the clouds.

Even the clouds were churned into a vortex; across the entire Heaven Dou Empire, the sky suddenly turned gloomy, and immediately after, snowflakes began to drift down in a flurry.

The snow, white and pure, blanketed the earth and obscured people's vision.

The entire Heaven Dou Empire seemed to enter the depths of winter in an instant; streets, rooftops, and trees were all covered by a thick layer of white snow.

People stepped out of their homes one after another, looking up at the sky with eyes full of shock and awe.

"Is this... a miracle?" someone muttered in a low voice, their tone filled with disbelief.

"It's the direction of the Eternal Night Frost Song Hall! Could it be..."