Chapter 581 - 379: Exposing the Mastermind Behind the Scenes

Chapter 581: Chapter 379: Exposing the Mastermind Behind the Scenes

In an instant, an ocean-like vast power of Heaven and Earth erupted from Lu Xuan’s body.

The endless power of Heaven and Earth surged ceaselessly through the strange meridians in his body.

The next moment, the acupoints around Lu Xuan’s body lit up with dazzling multicolored light, as if countless stars were circulating within.

The extremely pure power of Heaven and Earth, after completing a cycle through his meridians, was partially absorbed by the system panel interface.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fourth Generation)

Realm: Grandmaster (Initial Entry)

Cultivation Technique: Extreme Cold Palm 8/9 (Can Simulate)

Points: 100100

Please confirm whether to expend 7000 system points to simulate the Extreme Cold Palm.

"Simulate!"

With Lu Xuan’s confirmation, the system panel radiated an intense golden light.

The air within the quiet room suddenly solidified, as Lu Xuan sat cross-legged on the cultivation stone platform.

Frost flowers grew rapidly, visible to the naked eye, like an ice web woven from countless silver threads, spreading along the stone patterns to the ground.

The piercing cold caused the green bricks to emit a subtle crackling sound, and spider web-like ice patterns formed on the surface.

In just a moment, the entire floor was covered by a three-foot-thick layer of solid ice.

"Crack—"

The tightly closed sandalwood door suddenly burst open, ice crystals pierced through the door panels like sharp swords, freezing the gilded door ring into an ice sculpture.

The tables and chairs inside the room warped and transformed under the invasion of cold, wood chips and ice crystals fell together.

Even the freshly brewed misty tea on the table had its rising steam solidify mid-air.

It transformed into tiny ice beads that fell, and the tea in the celadon cup quickly froze.

Lotus pattern ice formations emerged on the surface, and even the tea stains remaining on the spout froze into amber-like ice crystals.

The entire quiet room seemed to be dragged into a millennial ice cave, with only Lu Xuan constantly radiating dazzling golden light.

Within the quiet room, cracks appeared in the void, and a mysterious golden light tore apart the void, sinking into Lu Xuan’s forehead like a meteor.

In an instant, thunder rumbled deep within Lu Xuan’s sea of consciousness, and the originally clear space of consciousness suddenly surged like boiling water.

Thousands of clouds were gathered and compressed by an invisible giant hand, eventually forming into a three-inch-tall golden figure.

This golden figure forged of glaze appeared as an apparition, and every move it made caused the space to distort like water waves.

The figure lightly waved its palms, and intricate ice patterns emerged in its palm, where it passed the void cracked inch by inch, and spider web-like ice crystal patterns spread like living creatures.

With the transformation of finger trajectories, a giant ice lotus formed above Lu Xuan’s sea of consciousness, its petals releasing piercing cold with each bloom and closure.

When the final palm imprint was formed, the entire space of consciousness seemed to be pressed into a state of stillness.

The surging cloud sea, stretching millions of miles, was instantly frozen into a crystalline clear layer of ice.

Countless ice ridges hung in the sky, refracting radiant auroras.

This space belonging to Lu Xuan’s sea of consciousness transformed completely into a realm eternally frozen.

Ten days passed swiftly like a fleeting horse, and the meditating Lu Xuan finally showed signs of movement.

The ice crystals forming on the walls began to release fine drops of water, slipping through the cracks of the green bricks.

The ticking sound of melting ice became increasingly clear in the silence, as the furnishings frozen into ice sculptures gradually shed their silvery white armor.

Vapor wrapped in melting cold enveloped the entire quiet room in misty fog.

As the last piece of ice ridge fell into the celadon tea cup, the crisp sound shattered the swirling mist, and quietly restored the place to its former state.

Morning light pierced through the window lattice, illuminating the trembling lashes of Lu Xuan, seated on the white jade stone platform, the frost flowers on them quietly turning into water drops.

As he slowly opened his eyes, a fleeting icy blue gleam flashed in his gaze, the cold seemingly ready to pierce through the spatial constraints.

Lu Xuan’s chest rose slightly, and a breath of turbid air expelled from his throat, crystallizing into ice before falling to the ground with a "plop" three feet away.

Immediately, the surging Cold Ice True Essence within Lu Xuan’s body.

With his breathing posture, it quickly withdrew into his body like receding tides.

At this moment, Lu Xuan appeared no different from ordinary people, with no fierce aura emanating around him.

Yet when his fingertips casually brushed over the smooth surface of the white jade stone platform, frost flowers instantly spread along it.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fourth Generation)

Realm: Grandmaster (Completion)

Cultivation Technique: Extreme Cold Palm 12/9

Points: 21100

The first simulation of Extreme Cold Palm consumed 7000 system points.

Then followed by a second simulation costing 12000 points, a third costing 20000 points, and a fourth costing 40000 points.

A total of 79000 system points were expended, with 21100 points remaining.

"Creak—" the quiet room’s wooden door was slowly pushed open.

The twelve Guardians who had waited outside for a long time suddenly froze in place, subconsciously opening their mouths.

The piercing cold rushed towards them, and though their adoptive father’s expression was calm.

His gaze toward them was colder than ever, as if it could freeze their souls.

Since the decree stripping the Jinyi Guard of supervisory rights was issued, Dongchang, a den of terror in its heyday, had already shown signs of desolation.

Further compounded by their adoptive father as Dongchang’s superintendent suddenly secluding himself, the once-fearsome Dongchang Twelve Guardians lost their former arrogance like frost-struck autumn grass.

The twelve of them, due to the major event occurring days ago, dared not step outside the door.

They could only stand with bowed heads daily outside the seclusion room of the Dongchang superintendent.

During ten days’ time, the sun shadow on the green brick ground alternated between oblique and upright positions.

Only these twelve straight figures remained steadfast by the tightly shut carved wooden door, resembling twelve frozen statues.