I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 625 - 478: Ice Stele, Battle with the Vampire Again

Chapter 625: Chapter 478: Ice Stele, Battle with the Vampire Again

The snowstorm swept down, carrying fine ice crystals across the endless snowy plain, leaving a sharp whistling in the air.

A solitary figure walked among it, with ice-blue long hair that reached the waist, the strands smooth as a waterfall, gently fluttering like flowing ice patterns in the wind, with features so exquisite, it seemed sculpted from ice and snow, so beautiful that even women would feel inferior, emitting a cool and aloof aura.

It was Lan who had separated from Qin Tian.

Lan stepped on the snow that reached the ankles, yet not a single footprint was left when he lifted his foot, as if his feet merely skimmed over the ground, not disturbing the snow at all.

“Crack, crack, crack—”

Suddenly, a tremor of cracking ice came from the ground, followed by the frozen soil under the snow rising up.

Black creatures burst out from the ground, some missing arms and legs, others intact, emanating dense black energy all over.

They opened their hollow eye sockets, locked onto Lan’s direction, and let out low growls, scrambling to pounce forward.

Lan’s expression remained calm, not a ripple on that stunning face, not even glancing at the monsters.

As the foremost monster was about to rush close, he lightly pointed his fingertip, and pale blue ice attribute energy instantly spread out.

In the next second, all the pouncing monsters suddenly appeared covered in thick, heavy ice, from their feet to their heads, instantly frozen solid, turned into ice statues, frozen in their charging postures.

Then, Lan made a grasping motion with an empty hand.

“Click—”

All the ice statues shattered into pieces, ice fragments splattered, and the frozen monsters broke into dozens of pieces, losing all life.

The entire process took just a few seconds, dozens of monsters were dealt with, yet Lan seemed to have done something insignificant, continuing to walk along the snow plains.

With his footsteps, pale blue light began to shimmer under the snow.

One by one, Ice Elements of various sizes slowly floated up from the snow, exuding pure energy.

Lan looked at the floating Ice Elements, his eyes showing a clear fluctuation for the first time—these Ice Elements’ aura made him feel inexplicably familiar, as if deep in his distant memory, he had a close connection with them.

In the next second, all Ice Elements, as if summoned by some unseen force, flew unanimously towards Lan.

Lan did not resist, instead opening his heart to receive them.

The first Ice Element landed in his palm, and upon contact, instantly melted, its pure energy rushing into his body, while a strange yet familiar ancient memory surged into his mind like a tide.

In the memory, there were shouts from the Ice God Race warriors training, a warmth of clansmen sitting together chanting ancient songs, and the tragic final battle with the monsters…

Lan’s body began to tremble slightly, his tightly closed eyes gradually reddening, a drop of crystal tear slipped from the corner of his eye, rolled down the cold white cheek, and instantly condensed into tiny ice crystals upon hitting the snow.

Ice Element after Ice Element melted into his body, the spiritual energy around him began to fluctuate violently, with his aura visibly increasing, and even a faint halo appearing among the ice-blue long hair.

Yet his tears flowed more and more, his shoulders trembled more obviously, his eyes usually as clear as ice now filled with confusion and pain.

When the last Ice Element merged into his body, Lan murmured to himself, his voice carrying an uncontrollable sob: “Ice God Race… is this my race? Why did they all die, leaving only me alive… Who am I? Who exactly am I?”

The storm raged on, he stood alone on the vast snowy plain, the tall and upright figure appearing particularly lonely amid the endless snow.

Those sudden memories and identity recognition, like a heavy shackle, plunged him into deep confusion.

At this moment, a strange call suddenly came from afar.

It was not a specific sound, more like a spiritual drawing across space, mysterious yet exceptionally clear, as if something in the distance resonated with him, piercing through the howling wind and snow, directly landing in the depths of his consciousness.

Lan suddenly raised his head, his ice-blue long hair fluttering with the motion, eyes gazing into the distance.

At the end of the boundless snowy plain, beneath the gray sky, there was no abnormal sight, but the sense of summoning grew stronger, pointing precisely in a certain direction.

This sensation was incredibly familiar, like an instinct engraved in his blood, carrying an indescribable closeness.

As if in that direction, there was something he had long lost, answers to all his confusion.

Without any hesitation, Lan lifted his foot and walked towards the direction guided by the sensation.

……

Whoosh—

Qin Tian exhaled a breath of turbid air, the white mist quickly condensed in the cold air, then soon dissipated.

After absorbing more than twenty Ice Elements, he could clearly feel the explosive growth of spiritual energy within him.

The energy in these Ice Elements was pure, containing not a hint of impurity, able to be absorbed directly without refining, saving him at least three to four months of arduous cultivation with over twenty varying-sized Ice Elements consumed.

Moreover, some of the Ice Elements held fragments of the Ice God Race warriors’ memories.

Qin Tian closed his eyes, those memories flashing in his mind like a movie—the brutal battlefield, the warriors’ roars, the clash of ice blades and monster claws…

The strength of the Ice God Race far exceeded his expectations; he even “saw” several Tier Eight experts in action, giant blades formed by ice energy cleaving the clouds, severing mountain-like monsters in two.

But the peak combat power on the monster’s side was no less formidable, even more numerous than the Ice God Race, in the end, the Ice God Race warriors could only suppress them by burning their essence or borrowing the tribe’s sacred artifacts.