I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 623 - 477: Ice Element, 1,000 Years of History, Ice God Race

Chapter 623: Chapter 477: Ice Element, 1,000 Years of History, Ice God Race

In the vast, snowy expanses, a figure suddenly appeared.

Qin Tian looked around and found himself alone.

Evidently, upon entering the ruins, everyone had been randomly transported to different locations.

However, he was prepared, having previously left spatial markers on Zhuge Yu, Lan, Taishi Feng, and Huo Yuansheng. He could locate and join them at any time.

But for now, he wasn’t in a hurry to reunite.

Those four are Tier Six powerhouses; they have the ability to protect themselves, so there’s no need to worry for the time being.

Since he has entered the ruins, he wants to explore alone first to understand the secrets hidden behind this relic.

Qin Tian looked up at the sky, where the gray clouds hung low, obscuring the sun and moon; the ground beneath was coated with a thin frost, yet there was no snow, and it was hard and icy to step on.

The air was filled with a faint scent of decay, as if dust sealed away for millennia had been stirred up again.

He activated his spiritual energy to sense carefully and quickly determined this was an isolated alternate space. But intriguingly, he could clearly sense the position of Mingwang Planet — he could leave at any time using spatial ability.

This confidence made him set aside all concerns, his eagerness to explore growing more intense.

Feeling no traces of living beings within a hundred miles, Qin Tian randomly chose a direction and slightly moved, flying low and close to the ground.

The ground beneath was uneven, occasionally revealing mounds of soil, their surfaces covered in frost, exuding desolation.

It wasn’t long before a peculiar sight caught Qin Tian’s eyes, prompting him to land immediately to investigate.

Scattered on the ground were dozens of bones, not the milky white commonly seen in human bones, but emitting an icy blue radiance, hard as ice pillars, yet retaining human skeleton shapes.

Thousands of years had already eroded the flesh away completely, leaving only these special ice bones, some incomplete, others relatively whole, lying quietly in the frosted earth, as if telling a tale of ancient tragedy.

And next to the ice bones lay some shattered corpses.

As soon as Qin Tian saw the corpses, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he hurried forward.

At a glance, these appeared to be the carcasses of two black monsters, their heads and bodies long separated, limbs severed into segments, yet eerily maintaining the form of skin and muscle, though dried up and blackened, like dehydrated specimens.

Qin Tian squatted down, carefully piecing together the scattered limbs.

As the complete form of the monster gradually emerged, he murmured softly, “Just as I thought.”

The monster before him had skin covered in dense black scales, its head in a beast-like sharp-toothed shape, eyes sunken into black pits; its lower body was humanoid, muscles twisted, fingers with sharp claws.

It resembled a beastman but contained more elements of strangeness, more like a forcibly spliced creature.

He was not unfamiliar with the appearance of this kind of monster.

In that ancient palace where Lan slept, the murals had once clearly portrayed the images of such a group of monsters, and another group of human warriors fighting these creatures.

At the time, he wondered if it was a fictional history, or had artistic embellishments; now it seemed likely that the murals recorded a true story.

While piecing the monster’s body together, Qin Tian did not gain a new Talent Light Sphere.

But that wasn’t surprising; after years of experimentation, he understood the pattern well: only corpses that had died recently could yield talents.

And these monsters were obviously long dead, thousands of years, so not having talents was normal.

He didn’t linger, continuing deeper into the plains.

The further he went, the more densely ice bones and monster corpses appeared, eventually almost filling his entire view.

Some monster bodies were severely fragmented, while others were encased in thick layers of ice, their terrifying faces and sharp claws still clear, as if ready to break free from the ice at any moment and attack.

Qin Tian roughly estimated that the total number of human warrior ice bones and monster corpses amounted to at least over a hundred thousand.

Just as Qin Tian was about to examine some relatively intact monster corpses to see if he could glean more information, the ground beneath him suddenly shook violently.

Some of the monster remains that had lain silently on the ground rose as if awakened from death— some headless, relying solely on the neck remainder to sense direction; some with only half their bodies, balancing on one leg; a few more intact ones, straightening their bodies, their dark eye sockets fixed on Qin Tian’s direction.

It seemed his presence had disturbed these monsters that had lain dormant for thousands of years.

Without changing expression, Qin Tian swiftly surveyed the surroundings.

Hundreds of monsters stood up, densely crowding around him.

Unable to gauge the strength of these creatures, he couldn’t afford any negligence; with a flip of his right hand, Black Frost Blade instantly appeared in his grip, its cold blade emanating a faint chill, his spiritual energy quietly circulating within, ready to respond to any sudden change.

In an instant, the monsters in the front row moved.

Some charged with all limbs on the ground, leaping towards Qin Tian like leopards, their claws slicing through the air with a sharp sound; some hopped on one leg, each landing causing the ground to shake, slow in speed but with a crushing momentum; others, with broken wings on their backs, flapped them to rise, diving down at Qin Tian from above like a horde of mindless zombies.

However, nearly half the monsters stood still, only watching Qin Tian with those dark sockets— they seemed to want the first batch of monsters to test Qin Tian’s strength before deciding on subsequent methods of attack.