The Ice God's Aim, Forming the Fourth Ring

"Unexpectedly, after countless years, it was a human who awakened me."

The Ice God's voice echoed in the temple, ethereal and far-reaching. Her phantom sat on the throne, her ice-blue eyes fixed on Zhao Ming, her gaze filled with an indescribable complex emotion.

She was once the ruler of the Far North, the supreme deity of this icy world.

While she was alive, countless Soul Beast prostrated themselves at her divine throne, devoutly offering their faith and worship.

However, after she perished, long years passed quietly, and no Soul Beast was able to awaken her from her slumber.

Ultimately, it was a human who had no connection to her that awakened her.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ming smiled slightly.

"Your Majesty, the Ice God, you misunderstand." He shook his head, his voice calm and unhurried. "It's not that the Soul Beast of the Far North don't want to awaken you, but that the Soul Beast of today are no longer capable of becoming gods."

The Ice God frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his icy blue eyes.

Before she could ask a question, Zhao Ming continued, "Your divine position is now shattered. The only reason you left behind this remnant soul is to pass on the broken Godhood Inheritance. Then, when the inheritor repairs the divine position and becomes a god again, they will try to revive you. In that case, how can Soul Beast that has no chance of becoming a god awaken you?"

The illusory image of the Ice God trembled slightly; her purpose in leaving behind this remnant soul was for the purpose of passing on her legacy.

Only those beings with the potential to become gods can sense her existence and awaken her.

As for those ordinary Soul Beast, they can't even touch the threshold of becoming gods, so how could they possibly trigger the restrictions she set up?

But another piece of information revealed in Zhao Ming's words shocked her even more.

"What did you say?" The Ice God's tone suddenly became urgent, and the light on his phantom fluctuated violently. "Soul Beast can't become gods anymore? What's going on?"

Zhao Ming didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Your Majesty the Ice God, you perished during the Dragon God War, didn't you?"

The Ice God paused slightly, then slowly nodded. "That's right, I died at the hands of the Space Dragon King."

Her voice carried a hint of barely concealed hatred.

Even after countless years, she still cannot remain calm when that name is mentioned.

Zhao Ming nodded, not pressing for specific details, as those were matters of the Divine Realm and had nothing to do with the purpose of his trip.

"As far as I know," he said slowly, "the Dragon God War ended with the Dragon God splitting into two great dragon kings, the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon God King. Before his fall, the Dragon God made a vow: as long as the Dragon God does not return, the Soul Beast cannot become gods."

Ice God was stunned after hearing Zhao Ming's words.

Her illusory image froze on the divine throne, her icy blue eyes filled with disbelief.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't utter a single word.

Has the Dragon God gone mad? No, the Dragon God was always mad.

If he hadn't gone mad, he wouldn't have started that unprecedented war in the Divine Realm, wouldn't have plunged the entire Divine Realm into the flames of war, and wouldn't have caused countless gods to perish in that catastrophe.

But she never expected that the Dragon God would leave behind such an order before his death.

If the Dragon God does not return, the Soul Beast cannot become gods.

What does this mean? It means that in the endless years since the end of the Dragon God War, no Soul Beast has been able to become a god.

Those Ferocious Beast that have cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, those extraordinary Soul Beast with exceptional talents, no matter how hard they try, no matter how much power they accumulate, they cannot take that final step and become true gods.

Rather, the Dragon God has split into two great dragon kings, one gold and one silver. To bring the Dragon God back, the two great dragon kings must be reunited.

This is outrageous! Didn't the Dragon God completely block the path for Soul Beast to become gods?

"That Dragon God is a madman!" the Ice God said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with suppressed rage. "It's bad enough that he stirred up chaos in the Divine Realm, but to leave such an order before he dies? Does he want the entire Soul Beast Clan to be buried with him?"

Zhao Ming sighed, his tone tinged with sympathy. "Your Majesty Ice God, there's no need to be so angry. What's done is done, and there's no use in being angry now."

The Dragon God has split, the Dragon God War is over, and the reality that Soul Beast cannot become gods has persisted for countless years. Now, it is time for you to make a choice.

Ice God took a deep breath, barely managing to calm his turbulent emotions.

She raised her head, her icy blue eyes regaining their composure as she gazed at the young human before her.

What choice?

"Either you'll be completely annihilated," Zhao Ming said calmly and frankly. "Your remnant soul won't last much longer. Without external intervention, in a few hundred years, at most a thousand, you will completely vanish, and the title of Ice God will be forever erased from the world. Cooperate with me! That way, you can retain the possibility of resurrection."

The Ice God's gaze sharpened slightly. "How do we cooperate?"

Zhao Ming did not answer directly, but instead pointed to the Treasure-Dropping Coin floating above his head.

The winged copper coin was spinning rapidly.

"You should be able to sense its extraordinary nature, right?" Zhao Ming asked.

The Ice God's gaze fell on the Treasure-Dropping Coin, a strange light flashing in his icy blue eyes.

She could certainly sense the extraordinary nature of this copper coin. This seemingly insignificant little thing was actually connected to a complete law.

With such Martial Soul, as long as one doesn't perish along the way, becoming a god is almost a certainty.

"What do you want to say?" the Ice God asked.

"My Treasure-Dropping Coin needs a fourth Soul Ring." Zhao Ming's voice became serious. "I need you to use your remaining divine power to help me gather the fortune of all the Soul Beast in the Far North and condense my fourth Soul Ring."

After my fourth Soul Ring is formed, a corresponding authority will appear. If this authority is suitable, I will connect it to your Ice God Divine Position.

When I become a god, the Ice God Divine Position will naturally be restored. Then, the Snow Empress, an ice and snow spirit who is also Heavenly Snow Woman like you, will inherit the Ice God's position. Once she becomes a god, you will also be resurrected."

The Ice God frowned again, keenly seizing the loophole in Zhao Ming's words. "Didn't you just say that Soul Beast can't become gods?"

"That's now." Zhao Ming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. "Once I become a god, I'm guaranteed at least the position of God King."

With enough effort, reaching the level of the Dragon God is not impossible. At that time, I will naturally be able to remove the influence left by the Dragon God in the laws of heaven and earth. The Dragon God's oath cannot bind an existence more powerful than the Dragon God."

The Ice God fell silent.

She gazed at Zhao Ming, a complex light flickering in her icy blue eyes.

This human has quite the big mouth.

A guaranteed God King? Or even reaching the level of Dragon God?

If someone else had said such a thing, she would have thought it was just wishful thinking.

But from this young man, she sensed an indescribable confidence, a kind of unwavering certainty that came from the depths of his being.

More importantly, she had no other choice.

Her remnant soul cannot last much longer. Just as Zhao Ming said, in a few hundred years, at most a thousand years, she will completely dissipate.

At that time, the Ice God Divine Position will be lost forever, the Far North will forever lose the Ice God's protection, and she will be completely erased from this world, leaving not a trace.

Zhao Ming gave her a glimmer of hope, though it seemed faint, but at least it was hope.

"How confident are you?" The Ice God finally spoke, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

"Absolutely," Zhao Ming answered without hesitation. "I never do anything I'm not sure I can do."

The Ice God fell silent again.

This time, she remained silent for a long time.

Finally, the Ice God raised his head.

"Okay." Her voice regained its calmness, a resolute glint flashing in her icy blue eyes. "I promise you."

Zhao Ming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

"Your Majesty the Ice God has made a wise choice."

He raised his hand, Treasure-Dropping Coin spun above his palm, their golden light growing ever brighter.

The Fortune-Gathering Domain was fully activated, and the power of faith throughout the entire temple began to surge wildly, converging on the Treasure-Dropping Coin like a tidal wave.

"Let's begin," the Ice God said softly.

She closed her eyes, and the icy blue light on the phantom suddenly surged.

A vast and ancient divine power surged from her remnant soul; it was the last remaining power after her fall, the final essence of her being the Ice God.

This divine power, like a long, icy blue river, surged towards the Treasure-Dropping Coin.

The moment the Treasure-Dropping Coin received this divine power, it emitted an unprecedented buzzing sound.

Its light grew brighter and brighter, becoming increasingly dazzling. The golden light intertwined with the icy blue divine power, creating a magnificent and spectacular scene.

With the blessing of divine power, the Fortune-Gathering Domain began to spread beyond the temple.

It passed through the ice gate, through the ice palace, and spread across the entire Far North.

In the Far North, countless ice-attribute Soul Beast simultaneously felt an invisible force sweep across their bodies. That force was not domineering, but it involuntarily instilled in them a sense of awe.

The aura of the Ice God once again enveloped the Far North.

The ancient beings that had been sleeping beneath the ice and snow awoke one by one. They raised their heads and looked toward the direction of the Ice God Temple, their eyes filled with shock and awe.

They didn't know what had happened, but they could sense that the god they once worshipped seemed to have returned.

Inside the temple, Zhao Ming sat cross-legged on the ice, his eyes closed, completely focused on controlling the Treasure-Dropping Coin.

His Soul Power surged into the Treasure-Dropping Coin like a flood bursting its banks, intertwining with the divine power of the Ice God, the fortune of the Soul Beast of the Far North, and the remaining faith power in the temple, and began to condense his fourth Soul Ring.

The illusory image of the Ice God grew increasingly faint, and her divine power was visibly dissipating.

But she didn't stop; instead, she continued to pour her remaining power into the Treasure-Dropping Coin without reservation.

For her, this was a huge gamble; if she won, she would have a chance to be reborn; if she lost, she would disappear prematurely.