Lian Hao began cultivating at the age of three, achieved the Golden Core Realm at five, formed his Nascent Soul at seven, manifested his Dharma Aspect at ten, forged his Dao-heart at twelve, and by fifteen, he had already attained the Dharma Aspect. At seventeen, he had become a Great Perfection Dharma Aspect Great Venerable.
Such a staggering pace of growth was an exaggerated existence, not only in the Ancient Era but even in this Present-Ancient Era of revival where geniuses were as common as clouds.
If it were merely his cultivation speed, it wouldn’t have been enough to convince people he was a heaven-destined prodigy born of fortune.
It was said Lian Hao’s comprehension was also extraordinary.
However,
what felt strange was that although his birth had triggered anomalies in the Great Nature, he himself possessed no Great Nature Colored Spirits—not a single level, not a single strand.
Yet,
he possessed a kind of Fortune more formidable than the Great Nature Colored Spirits.
Ice.
Yes, it was ice.
His body was ice, his heart was ice, his blood was ice—everything about him was ice. It was said that since childhood, no matter how scorching an object was, the moment it reached his hand, it would instantly turn to ice. Moreover, if he wished, even under the blazing sun, the air would turn bone-chillingly cold.
Especially the Nascent Soul Dharma Aspect he condensed and manifested. No one knew exactly what kind of Nascent Soul Dharma Aspect it was, only that its existence was like the source of all cold, exceptionally frigid. Once invoked, an ordinary Dharma Aspect Great Venerable wouldn’t even get the chance to fight; they would instantly turn into an ice sculpture, possibly even frozen to death on the spot. Even an Earth Immortal before him would find their movements bound and sluggish from the cold.
Precisely because of this innate Ice Fortune, many believed he was a heaven-destined prodigy born of fortune.
Three years ago, when Old Man Fengxu was severely injured by a group of prodigies joining forces, Lian Hao was among them—and he was the one leading the charge.
At this very moment,
he walked slowly into the grand hall alongside Shang Gong and Zhongxing.
He led the way, with Shang Gong and Zhongxing flanking him left and right.
As he walked forward, hands clasped behind his back, a cold, arrogant smile played on his stern face. The closer he got to the hall, the more intensely cold the interior became, and now it began inexplicably freezing over.
Inside the hall, the hundred-plus Elders of the Mountain-River Branch felt their flesh bodies beginning to stiffen. They invoked their Nascent Soul Dharma Aspects, trying to resist, but it was utterly futile. Their flesh grew increasingly rigid, and even their Nascent Soul Dharma Aspects seemed to stiffen. Then, frost began to form on their hair and robes, bit by bit freezing them solid.
These hundred-plus Elders of the Mountain-River Branch, though their cultivation was only at the Dharma Aspect Great Venerable level and they possessed no great Fortune, were all seniors who had cultivated for thousands of years. Their Nascent Soul Dharma Aspects were exceptionally profound, and their strength was certainly not weak. Yet, before Lian Hao, they didn’t even have the chance or the qualification to resist.
Bear in mind, Lian Hao hadn’t even made a move at this point; he was merely walking forward slowly, and he hadn’t even invoked his terrifying Nascent Soul Dharma Aspect. Even so, the hundred-plus Elders of the Mountain-River Branch inside the hall were being gradually frozen solid, utterly helpless.
Clearly,
Lian Hao’s strength was even greater than three years ago, and his Ice Fortune was even more terrifying.
No one knew exactly what level his current strength had reached, and even fewer knew just how dreadful his Ice Fortune truly was.
“Stop right there!”
The roar of dragons and elephants exploded as Heng San, gripping his crescent-moon blade, angrily pointed it at the approaching Lian Hao.
Led by Old Man Fengxu, the dozen or so Chixiao people had their Bloodsha Aura burning fiercely. They weren’t frozen solid or turned into ice sculptures, but that didn’t mean they were unaffected. Frost coated their bodies, but it was all burned away by the Bloodsha Aura.
As Lian Hao drew nearer, the cold intensified.
One after another, the hundred-plus Elders of the Mountain-River Branch began turning into ice sculptures, while frost also began to appear on the bodies of the dozen-plus Chixiao veterans. Their Bloodsha Aura burned wildly, crackling and popping as the frost turned to ice water, which then froze again, in a relentless cycle.
“You little brat!”
Heng San cursed furiously, charging straight forward with his crescent-moon blade. But the moment he rushed outside the hall, a wave of intense cold instantly assaulted him, causing his flesh body to stiffen and even his wildly burning Bloodsha Aura to slow down.
Crack!
Heng San roared, his Bloodsha Aura swelling violently. With a series of crisp cracking sounds, the ice enveloping him shattered into fragments. Heng San charged forward again, but the moment he moved, he was frozen once more.
Roar!
As his fierce Dragon-Elephant Spirit manifested, Heng San broke free from the ice. Seizing the moment, he swung his crescent-moon blade, slashing toward Lian Hao.
Lian Hao, walking toward him, suddenly halted. As he stopped, a chilling light shimmered around him—a truly icy radiance. When it bloomed, the cold pierced to the bone. Extreme frost spread outward, instantly turning the surroundings into a world of ice, with Lian Hao as the overlord ruling this frozen domain.
Opposite him, Heng San, mid-swing with his crescent-moon blade, was also frozen into an ice sculpture.
“The Bloodsha Aura and Dragon-Elephant Spirit are nothing more than this!”
Lian Hao stood proudly, shaking his head slightly, a smile on his lips—a cold, scornful, disdainful smirk. “The Bloodsha slaughters the path to immortality, the Dragon-Elephant shakes the heavens?
How utterly laughable.”
Boom!
The frozen Heng San broke free from the ice once more, his Bloodsha Aura even fiercer than before, his Dragon-Elephant Spirit even more savage.
“Oh?
It seems this young master underestimated you. However…
you still won’t be able to withstand this move of mine—the Supreme Ice Finger.”
With that, Lian Hao swiftly raised his arm, lifting a single finger. Icy light blossomed at his fingertip as he prepared to execute Heng San with a single point.
To the side,
Heng San showed no fear. The Bloodsha Aura around his body burned wildly, and his Dragon-Elephant Spirit began to roar. He brandished his crescent-moon blade, intending to behead Lian Hao. However, a figure suddenly appeared before him.
It was an old man with grayish-white long hair.
As he appeared, his Bloodsha Aura was also burning, and a Dragon-Elephant Spirit roared around him. The difference was, his Bloodsha was the Dragon-Elephant, and the Dragon-Elephant was also the Bloodsha, as if they were indistinguishable from each other.
Everyone recognized him. He was the Grand Elder of the Mountain-River Branch, also an old Incense Master under the Golden Radiance Banner of the Black Buddha Lord back in the day, with the Dao-title Luo Yi.
Among the dozen-plus Chixiao veterans of the Mountain-River Branch, he was the second Earth Immortal, after Old Man Fengxu.
The Bloodsha Aura and Dragon-Elephant Spirit of the Chixiao people were both extreme forms of Fortune. Attempting to fuse such Nascent Soul Dharma Aspects was ten times, even a hundred times more difficult than for those prodigies who possessed great Fortune.
However,
once fused, the Bloodsha Aura was no longer just Bloodsha Aura, and the Dragon-Elephant Spirit was no longer just the Dragon-Elephant Spirit. Instead, the Bloodsha contained the Dragon-Elephant, and the Dragon-Elephant also contained the Bloodsha—becoming the Bloodsha Dragon-Elephant.
Heng San, with his Dharma Aspect Great Venerable cultivation, might be unable to withstand Lian Hao’s Ice Fortune, but that didn’t mean Luo Yi, with his Earth Immortal cultivation, couldn’t resist it.
“Young man, don’t be too arrogant!”
Grand Elder Luo Yi flashed in front of Heng San, also raising a finger to meet Lian Hao’s point. He said in a deep voice, “Our Chixiao Bloodsha Dragon-Elephant is not something you can look down upon.”
Roar—
The cry of a gray dragon, the roar of a furious elephant.
The Bloodsha Dragon-Elephant circled around Luo Yi resembled both a blood-colored gray dragon and a blood-colored raging elephant—ferocious and sinister. Swinging its dragon-elephant head, it let out roars of fury, causing the frozen ground around them to crack and shatter.