The Eastern Exalt Resolves a Crisis in the Ice Valley, the Northern Emperor Gives the Qian Secret as a Parting Gift

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Just as he was about to be completely swallowed by the shadows and ice, and to be utterly destroyed,

Time seemed to stand still.

The endless, deadly attacks, the cold, cruel intentions of the two assassins, the excruciating pain emanating from the collapsing body and soul—everything was frozen in time.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, a calm and profound gaze pierced through the turbulent energy currents and shattered space, landing on him.

A supreme will descended and enveloped this canyon.

Then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

The wind stopped, the snow stopped, and even the swords that the two assassins had fiercely thrust out were strangely frozen in mid-air, just inches away from Wang Teng.

Wang Teng looked up in shock.

In an instant, Dao Body appeared high in the clouds.

Clad in black robes and with his hands behind his back, he stood with no earth-shattering aura emanating from him. Simply standing there, he was like an ancient pillar supporting the entire sky.

His gaze fell calmly, as if cast down by the Heavens.

His gaze swept over the two assassins.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

Two soft popping sounds, like bubbles bursting.

Two elite assassins at the peak of the First Heaven of the Immortal Platform Ascension Human World, with perfect coordination and mastery of combined attack formations, along with their shadowy daggers, the mysterious ice runes surrounding them, and the cold masks on their faces, all turned into two wisps of dust without warning under this gaze, scattering into the frigid air.

There were no screams, no struggles, no explosions caused by the clash of divine forces.

It was as if they had never existed, or as if they had been gently erased by a higher-dimensional force.

The mysterious ice chains binding Wang Teng broke and dissipated inch by inch.

The shadowy rapier that had pierced his left shoulder vanished into black smoke, leaving only a gruesome bloody hole.

Wang Teng stood frozen in place, even forgetting to use his divine power to stop the bleeding.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the figure in black robes in the air, his heart clenching as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, almost forgetting to beat.

who is he?

What level of power is this?

Wang Teng believed he had seen many powerful figures, including his family's patriarch, the leaders of other major sects in the Northern Plains, and even the imperial uncle from the Central Continent, but none of them could give him such an unfathomable feeling, as if he were facing the very origin of heaven and earth!

The newcomer exuded an indescribable charm, as if the place where he stood was the source of laws and the manifestation of order.

Especially those calm, gazing eyes, clear as an ancient well, yet deep as the starry sky encompassing all things, their gaze seemed to penetrate the very essence of the soul, illuminating the past and the future.

The effortless annihilation of two Half-Step Great Power with a single glance horrified him more than any earth-shattering divine power.

The figure in black took a step forward, as if shrinking the distance to an inch, and arrived in the Void not far in front of Wang Teng.

As they got closer, Wang Teng felt that the other person's aura was as profound as the starry sky. Although he could not sense the specific realm of the other person, he had the illusion that he himself was as insignificant as an ant.

The other person looked extremely young, with a handsome face and clear eyes that seemed to reflect the vastness of the galaxy.

The Void calmed down like ripples on water, and the aftershocks dissipated.

Wang Teng stood leaning on his sword on the shattered ice plain, his Golden War Chariot and armor stained with blood, his aura extremely weak.

That near-death blow had almost exhausted all his divine power, and now he was finding it difficult even to stand.

The lingering chilling killing intent still lingered among the broken walls and ruins, reminding him of the desperate situation he had just faced, where his life hung by a thread.

He slowly raised his eyes.

Above the sky, the clouds stood still, and the wind and snow fell silent.

" Wang Teng?"

The sound rang out, peaceful and natural, yet carrying an indescribable majesty, like the Daoist voice descending from the heavens to the mortal world, each syllable seemingly resonating with this world.

Wang Teng was shaken to his core. He suppressed the surging blood and the palpitations from the depths of his soul, took a deep breath of the icy air, and forced his back to straighten.

Even though he was severely injured, his pride remained.

He released the sword hilt, ignoring the lingering stinging pain in his left shoulder and the stiffness in his meridians, and bowed his head with his hands clasped in a fist, saying:

"This junior is none other than Northern Plains Wang Teng. I am deeply grateful to you for saving my life, senior. May I ask your honorable name?"

" Jade Pool, Li Qingshan."

The name, though only five simple words, seemed to carry a strange weight, causing the surrounding chill to freeze.

Li Qingshan? The Eastern Exalt Li Qingshan?!

Wang Teng suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

How could he not know that name?

In recent years, this name has risen like a blazing sun, its brilliance overshadowing all the other outstanding talents of the Big Dipper generation, and in the following years, it has made many older generation figures pale in comparison.

The various outrageous rumors had already spread far and wide.

He had always thought that the other was a peerless genius of his generation who had gone further and faster than him, an opponent he could catch up with and even one day compete with.

However, seeing it with his own eyes and experiencing it firsthand, he realized how naive and ridiculous his previous thoughts had been!

Standing here, he seems to embody the Tao.

Having cultivated the Chaotic Ancient Emperor Scripture, he had a vague sense of the Great Emperor's aura.

Facing Li Qingshan at this moment, the lofty, profound, and transcendent feeling that seemed to exist outside the long river of time made him feel as if he were once again facing the fleeting phantom image of the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor's mark in the inheritance!

Although it lacks the vast and majestic imperial power of the imprint, its essential loftiness and the charm that is close to "Tao" are subtly connected!

Is this the true Eastern Exalt? Is this the person whom so many supreme holy lands and dynasties treat with utmost respect, and whom Jade Pool willingly reveres?

Wang Teng's heart was in turmoil, filled with both the relief of surviving a disaster and a profound sense of shock and bewilderment at facing the existence of the "unknown."

Having cultivated diligently for many years and received the inheritance of the Great Emperor, he believed he had glimpsed the path to the Great Dao and aspired to reach the pinnacle.

But after meeting this person today, I finally understand what it means to have "mountains beyond mountains" and "the path to enlightenment is endless."

A sense of insignificance and a subtle sense of loss washed over me, but then a faint, almost imperceptible longing rose within me.

At this moment, Li Qingshan raised his hand and pointed lightly with his index finger.

A warm, jade- Ruyu of light, yet brimming with vitality, flowed from his fingertips and gently landed on the hideous wounds on Wang Teng's chest and left shoulder.

The insidious and stubborn power of the curse, which constantly eroded life force, and the remaining sharp and deadly divine energy of the Dao, melted away like spring snow under the clear light, quickly disintegrating and dissipating.

At wounds deep enough to expose bone, granulation tissue grows at a visible rate, charred skin and flesh fall off, and new skin is smooth and new.

Moreover, a gentle yet overwhelming warm current surged into his nearly dried-up Bitter Sea, nourishing and repairing even his severely depleted life essence, and his listless aura quickly returned.

In the blink of an eye, his severe injuries had healed by seventy or eighty percent!

Wang Teng felt a long-lost sense of ease and vitality within his body, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

Such healing methods are miraculous and beyond the reach of ordinary sacred arts; they are almost applications of the Dao principles that touch upon the very essence of life!

His reverence for Li Qingshan deepened even further.

"The work of Human World?" Li Qingshan's gaze swept over the lingering killing intent, shattered shadows, and ice crystal fragments in the icy valley, his tone remaining calm.

"It seems their counterattack against the Northern Plains Wang Family was quite decisive."

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng snapped out of his shock, a bitter expression appearing on his face:

"Senior, you are wise. I was overconfident. The Wang Family responded to the alliance's call and wiped out several of their outlying strongholds in the Northern Plains. I thought they were too busy to defend themselves, but I did not expect their retaliation to be so swift and ruthless. They set up a trap in this desolate place. If it weren't for your passing by and your assistance, I would surely be dead today."

His tone was sincere; the debt of gratitude for saving his life was heavier than a sacred mountain, and this feeling came from the bottom of his heart.

"It just so happens to be the right time." Li Qingshan shook his head slightly, looking at him calmly.

"You have served the Alliance, vanquished evil, and rendered meritorious service to the Big Dipper. I should naturally lend a helping hand when you are in danger. The lineage between Hell and the Human World is ancient, its roots deeply embedded in darkness, Yazi is its nature. In the future, you must be more cautious in your actions."

"I will heed your teachings, senior." Wang Teng bowed respectfully in agreement.

He hesitated for a moment, a resolute look flashing in his eyes, then reached into his robes and carefully took out an item.

It was a piece of bone, about the size of a palm, neither gold nor jade, with a simple and ancient texture and rounded edges, seemingly having endured countless years.

On the bone fragment, a hazy, chaotic luster naturally flowed, with faintly visible, extremely intricate ancient patterns, exuding a profound and obscure Daoist charm that pointed directly to the origin of the primordial spirit.

Simply holding it in the palm of your hand brings a moment of clarity to your mind, as if even your thoughts become sharper.

"Your life-saving grace is like a second birth; I have nothing to repay you with."

Wang Teng held up the bone fragment with both hands and presented it to Li Qingshan, his expression extremely solemn.

"This item was obtained by me in my early years. It contains one of the Nine Secrets, the Nine Secrets: Qian,' which is used to cultivate the primordial spirit and spiritual perception. It has unpredictable and miraculous effects in foreseeing good and bad fortune and discerning opportunities. It may also be of some benefit to you, senior."

This junior wishes to present this as a token of my sincere gratitude, and earnestly hopes that you will not reject it.

He said in a steady voice.

He did struggle when he gave this item away.

The secret recorded in this bone fragment is the "Previous" secret, one of the Nine Secrets. It is one of his most important foundational secrets, concerning the cultivation of the primordial spirit and the avoidance of misfortune and good fortune, and its value is immeasurable.

But the debt of gratitude for saving my life today is so great that ordinary treasures are simply not enough to repay it.

More importantly, he intended to make friends with them.

When faced with someone like Li Qingshan, any feigned sentiments or ordinary thanks seem pale and powerless.

Only by offering your most precious possessions, which the other party might find useful, can you demonstrate sincerity and forge a genuine bond of goodwill.

Although the treasure was precious, Wang Teng believed it was worth it compared to his life, and compared to the potential Cause and Effect and future that might result from it.

Moreover, the secret techniques are not unique, and there is no real loss in giving them away.

Li Qingshan's gaze fell on the bone fragment, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashing across his deep eyes.

He was naturally familiar with the names of the Nine Secrets, each representing the pinnacle of a particular path.

The "Previous" character secret primarily cultivates the primordial spirit, allowing one to foresee the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao. It is a supreme method for refining spiritual perception and avoiding calamities. In particular, it has a wonderful effect on him in comprehending and deducing the seventh seal, which concerns the origin of the primordial spirit and mind, by drawing inferences from similar cases and inspiring new ideas.

He hadn't expected Wang Teng to have such courage, giving the Nine Secrets: Qian as a thank-you gift.

Without any feigned refusal, Li Qingshan extended his right hand, his fingertips lightly touching the bone fragment.

The bone fragment trembled slightly, then quietly fell into his palm.

His divine sense swept across the bone fragment like mercury spilling onto the ground, instantly revealing the ancient scriptures and the unique "precognitive" Daoist charm contained within it.

"This object is indeed beneficial to me in my study."

Li Qingshan put away the bone fragments, thus accepting the favor.

He looked at Wang Teng and, seeing that his breathing had basically stabilized, said:

"Your injuries are no longer serious. The rest of you will recover after a few days of rest and recuperation. This place is not safe to stay any longer; return to Northern Plains as soon as possible."

Wang Teng sensed that his injuries had indeed largely healed and his vital energy was stable. He was even more impressed by Li Qingshan's methods.

He bowed deeply again and said:

"We, Wang Teng and the Northern Plains Wang Family, will never forget your kindness, Eastern Exalt. If you ever need our assistance in the future, the entire Wang Family will do everything in our power!"

Li Qingshan nodded slightly and said no more.

Just as his form was about to dissipate, he seemed to casually offer a suggestion:

"After returning, if there is any remaining strength, we can focus on eradicating the remnants of the Assassin Divine Dynasty. Its core foundation was mostly destroyed last night."

The words were still faintly echoing in the icy valley when the black robes, like a reflection in water being brushed by a Qingfeng, quietly faded away, merging into the Void without a trace, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Wang Teng stood alone amidst the ruins where the cold wind was rising, lost in thought for a long time.

"The core foundation, more than half destroyed?" he repeated in a low voice, his mind flashing back to the subtle yet unsettling spatial oscillations and law disorder he had vaguely sensed from different directions of the Big Dipper while traveling last night.

At the time, I only thought it was the emergence of some ancient ruins or the aftermath of a battle between powerful individuals, and I didn't think much of it.

Now, combined with Li Qingshan's words, a shocking and chilling conjecture suddenly exploded into his mind!

Could it be that the strange celestial phenomena that occurred simultaneously in multiple locations in the Big Dipper last night were neither natural disasters nor ordinary battles, but rather that Eastern Exalt Li Qingshan, all alone, had destroyed multiple core strongholds of the Assassin Divine Dynasty in one night?!

How could one person, in a single night, destroy the terrifying lair of the Assassin Divine Dynasty had been cultivated for countless years?

What an awe-inspiring and earth-shattering power!

What an absolutely domineering and unparalleled method!

Wang Teng gasped, feeling a chill run from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

He gazed at the Void where Li Qingshan had disappeared, his expression extremely complex.

Shock, awe, admiration, longing, and a sense of bewilderment at one's own insignificance when facing a truly "high mountain".

To live in the same Lifetime as such a being is a privilege, to witness a legend, and to look up to the pinnacle.

It is also the greatest pressure and impetus, making people soberly realize their own insignificance and the long journey ahead.

After a long while, Wang Teng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, which condensed into white mist in the frigid air before dissipating. The bewilderment and shock in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a more resolute and clearer light.

The dejection of being defeated by the assassin, and the slight disappointment of realizing he couldn't reach the heights he was meant to reach, all of these now became fuel, igniting the pride and fighting spirit that had never been extinguished in his bones.

Though the mountains are high and the roads are long, if you keep walking, you will surely reach your destination!

Without lingering, he waved his hand to put away the golden chariot, and his figure transformed into a golden rainbow, breaking through the dark clouds above the Ice Valley and speeding towards the direction of the Northern Plains Wang Family.

He was already rapidly calculating in his mind how to mobilize the entire power of his family and take advantage of the golden opportunity presented by the Assassin Divine Dynasty's weakened foundation and depleted strength to deliver a more fatal and thorough blow!

The icy valley returned to silence, with only the howling wind stirring up wisps of ice dust that slowly concealed the traces of the battle.

Above the sea of clouds, Li Qingshan walked slowly, playing with the bone fragment that recorded the secret word "Qian" in his hand.

"Predicting fortune and misfortune, and tempering one's primordial spirit, does share some common ground with the 'mind' and 'true spirit' aspects of the seventh seal."

With a slight thought, a wisp of his consciousness sank into the Daoist essence contained within the bone fragment, experiencing the profound and mysterious realm of "foresight."

He had no ill feelings towards Wang Teng.

Although this person in the original work is arrogant, he is not inherently evil. He is more likely to be dragged down by his father and brother, gradually becoming paranoid and self-destructive.

Now that he has stepped in to save her, a good deed has been formed, and perhaps her fate will be different.

As for the Nine Secrets: Qian, it was an unexpected bonus.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the direction of Jade Pool, his divine sense already able to perceive that celestial land.

"It's time to go back. News of the destruction of the Nine Hells must have spread by now. Next, it's time to divide up the feast, otherwise those rats will be hard to find once they've hidden themselves."

Before long, they arrived in the Eastern Wasteland. With a slight movement of their divine sense, they sensed the bustling activity and clamor of the Holy City.

"That kid Ye Fan actually released the monkey and got the Seven-Colored Divine Sand. He's probably in a lot of trouble. However, with his restless nature, plus the Black Emperor and Duan De, he won't suffer a major loss."

Li Qingshan's lips curled slightly, and his figure flickered a few times in the clouds before disappearing into the horizon.

The Jade Pool is now in sight.