"Uncle, I have agreed to the marriage proposal from the Star Empire, I have agreed..."

The special envoy from the Star Empire came in the afternoon to congratulate. The land that belongs to Godrealm and extends to the Central Plains was returned to Godrealm. Both families made a marriage agreement, and it was decided that the children from both families would get married on Tong Er's birthday in six years.

In the depths of the Snow City, Yuanhui, with a worried look, watched everything happening on the glowing screen. He had lost interest in cultivating.

Seeing the distracted Moon Dragon, Master Wu Xian comforted, "Silly disciple, we still have six years, enough time to save your beloved Tong Er, who is as beautiful as a country-defying fairy..."

"Tell me, can I reach the boundary level in six years?!" Yuanhui lost control, grabbing Wu Xian's shoulders and shouting at him.

"I'm not sure if you can defeat that so-called big brother in six years, but I can!"

Wu Xian paused and continued, "You only need to reach the boundary level, retrieve my true form, and in one day, I can destroy the Star Empire!"

"Really?" Yuanhui was half skeptical of Wu Xian's words, "We, the prince of the Star Empire, are peak experts at the boundary level. Just the two of us going..."

"Haha, a mere boundary level. Once I retrieve my true form, I will crush the Star Empire, including the king."

Wu Xian, filled with righteous indignation, clenched his fists, releasing the vast power of the stars in him, shattering the Qilin statue outside the temple.

Yes, Yuanhui's fear faded away. With Master by our side, there's no obstacle we cannot overcome. Wu Xian and Moon Dragon's fists collided.

"Yes, hahaha, take that old man..."

Boom!

Before Yuanhui could finish, the temple that had been silent for a day was pierced through by an ice peak!

"Roar...!"

The wild roar of a horse pierced through the entire valley, instantly crushing the morale of the Holy God Army stationed in the Snow City.

It was the Ice God!

The giant ice horse sculpture destroyed the temple ruins, broke the barrier, and pierced straight up the cliff.

"Uh-oh, quick, chase after it!" Wu Xian lifted Yuanhui into the air, and the legend of the Ice Age was unfolding in this world.

A mysterious aura permeated the entire snowy field, the unique wealth of this land now as beautiful as a rose, yet hauntingly desolate.

Across this continent, there echoed the queen's sigh, the pride of the divine beasts, the frozen skyvault!

A time tunnel-like ice dragon tornado pierced through the snowy field. Even the formerly frenzied Poison Elder pursuing the snowy field was subdued by this terrible divine power.

"Huh? What's going on?" Poison Elder looked back towards the Snow City, a gust of wind-blade tornado coming from the south. Poison Elder's pupils shrank suddenly. "This is...?"

Before he could finish, a boundary-level expert turned into scattered pieces with just a breath of air.

"Has it failed?" Wu Xian confronted the seemingly out-of-control Frost Horse God, "Or is this the perfect succession?"

Wu Xian stared at the Frost Horse.

"If I'm not mistaken, you haven't turned dark, but rather controlled Neel's body to prolong your own life, right?" Wu Xian bluntly exposed the Ice God's plot.

"Hehe, Panlong, how did you end up like this, hahaha!"

The Ice Horse let out a mocking laughter, making Wu Xian's face turn ugly.

"Hmph, you don't seem to be faring any better either," Wu Xian retorted to the Frost Horse's mockery, sneering.

"Hahaha," the Ice God laughed heartily, "Not faring any better?!"

The Fallen Goddess gradually transformed into a human form, becoming a woman with a delicate face and exquisite features, possessing a peculiar and dazzling beauty like a diamond.

Her skin was as smooth and fair as condensed milk, resembling transparent crystal-colored milk grapes, so crystalline and translucent that one could hardly bear to look at her for fear of poking holes in her cheeks.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this state!" The Fallen Goddess looked at the remorseful Wu Xian with a resentful expression, but what she received was not comfort from him.

"Luoshen, you are too selfish, devouring the fate holders without authorization, violating the oath of us all, so you will inevitably end up like this," Wu Xian accused the controlled Luoshen with righteous indignation.

"Hmph... Wu Xian, oh Wu Xian," Luoshen said arrogantly, "How did you instruct me back then? Didn't you say you only loved me? Yet in the end, you still went to that despicable woman, Qianyuexue! It was her fault!"

Seeing that Luoshen seemed a bit disoriented, Wu Xian angrily said, "Despicable woman? You, who seek perfection and pursue uniqueness, are the real despicable one! Pursuing power and using conquest to win affection, aren't you the cold-hearted one?"

"What? No, I'm not! Don't try to twist my words here."

Luoshen's imposing aura gradually subsided, and the snow city that was about to sink stabilized along with Luoshen's fading power.

"I'm not, I've never been like that!"

Wu Xian shook his head, standing with hands behind his back, his gaze unwavering as he stared at Luoshen, saying, "Never been like that? Didn't you come to me later, asking me to eliminate ten other people, did that happen or not?"

"This...?" Luoshen looked embarrassed, unable to refute.

"In the Demon War, you deliberately destroyed the array, causing the fall of the Seven Gods, was that true or false?" Wu Xian's expression turned grim.

"This...?" Luoshen's mental strength was obviously at its weakest.

Luoshen was speechless in the face of the facts, while Wu Xian coldly snorted and suddenly rose into the air, condensing Chi in his hands to form a giant three-zhang palm.

"How could this be?" Luoshen, with greatly diminished spiritual power, was unable to gather enough immortal energy and forcibly took the blow, the soul power contained in it infiltrating Luoshen's body, activating the dormant Inner.

"Ah...! Old cunning fox, so cunning to invade my body with your soul."

Wu Xian's dark face was filled with cruelty and ruthlessness as he said, "Using soul power as the foundation, utilizing internal power to seize the body."

"Haha, Forbidden Technique?" Luoshen mockingly berated him, "Aren't you yourself falling into the dark path, still having the nerve to lecture me?"

Ignoring his hand, Wu Xian revealed a small light spot like a soybean in his palm, and then took out a scroll to place the light spot inside.

"Mantra of Esoteric Buddhism, refine!"

After he uttered the refining command, Wu Xian's face turned a bit pale, as he had killed his first love with his own hands, thoroughly refining her body with dragon clan's secret arts.

Looking at the scroll in his hand, Wu Xian murmured, "Alas, this scroll was meant to be used to slay the enemies of the family, yet now..."

Trembling, Wu Xian realized that he had killed everything he once cherished. What a joke! He smiled bitterly, twisted and helpless.

The white runes slowly dissipated, and Inner, having consumed too much mental strength inheriting the bloodline of the divine race, fainted.

"Huh?"

Wu Xian touched his cheek in confusion and self-mockery, "Can a ghost shed tears too?"

Yuanhui at this point, acting like an adult, placed his hand on Wu Xian's shoulder, "Hey hey hey, teacher, don't be too sad, let's put aside our love affairs for now."

Wu Xian realized that Yuanhui was no longer the carefree kid he was when he left home, but a towering man now.

The group returned to the inn first, with Nei still asleep. Yuanhui and Wu Xian stood on either side of Nei, master and disciple, peeking at the sleeping beauty.

Upon closer observation, the disciple found that Nei had a unique and indescribable temperament that others couldn't possess. Truly, she stood out among the crowd.

"Ah!" Before the master and disciple could finish their musings, they were suddenly struck on the head!

"Hey, you two sneaky peeping toms!" a girl who looked about five years old appeared overhead, bearing a striking resemblance to Luo Shen. After glancing at the purple-eyed Luo Shen, Yuanhui concluded, "Oh, I see, you must be Luo—"

"Get lost!"

Before Yuanhui could finish his sentence, Wu Xian gave him a knock on the head, then, with a gentlemanly air, said, "Ahem, miss, how may I assist you?"

Wu Xian's unexpected remark annoyed Luo Shen. "You old creep, stop trying to get close to me!" she exclaimed.

Luo Shen cursed loudly at Wu Xian, and in the midst of her tirade, she punched him, sending him flying ten meters away.

"Ouch, I was just joking!" Wu Xian rubbed his sore face, complaining, "Soul-to-soul attacks can really hurt!"

"Hmph!" Angry, Luo Shen turned her head away.

"Wu Xian!" Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Wu Xian warned Frost Ma Shen, "The current situation is not optimistic. You can't let your emotions get the better of you because of personal matters. After all, it's the Night of the Demon Horde."

To set the atmosphere, Wu Xian paused before continuing, "We're not far now."

The temple in the Frost Domain had been thoroughly excavated, naturally losing its frosty aura. Within two months, the weather gradually became warmer.

Before parting ways, Wu Xian and Luo Shen reached an agreement to each seek their respective paths to godhood, fighting for the future of the continent!

Yuanhui was left exhausted by the recent events.

Wu Xian, on the other hand, engaged in thieving behavior in a herb shop in Snow City.

"Hahaha, as the master said, these Ice Lotus Seeds here are the best medicine for suppressing beast spirits!"

With that, Wu Xian rummaged through the unattended herb shop, unabashedly taking what he needed and stuffing them into his bracelet. Wu Xian happened upon a jade artifact placed in a corner by the shopkeeper. Opening it, he found—Spirit Restoring Herb!

This Spirit Restoring Herb could greatly restore the devourer's soul strength, but the Spirit Restoring Herbs found in Xianxie Continent so far would probably not exceed ten!

Overjoyed like a child who got his favorite toy, Wu Xian danced with joy as he hastily stored the jade box. He couldn't help but lament, "Alas, the souls of the people of Snow City in the underworld are missing out!"

Thinking of this, Wu Xian realized that he had never been so happy before. Two thousand years ago, he was so aloof and arrogant, the dragon god who looked down on everything.

The so-called other eleven brothers and sisters, in his eyes, were just subordinates. He had never cared for others, never able to express his love for his wife even after getting married.

"Master, it's time to go."

Yuanhui, somewhat excited, sat on a sled pulled by three tamed Snow Wolf Demons, pretending to whip them.

With a flash, Wuxian transformed once again into an ordinary-looking sapphire bracelet on Yuanhui's wrist, and didn't forget to say, "Alright, our next destination - the hot spring resort north of the snowy plains." Pointing to the small village on the map, Wuxian tried to encourage Yuanhui. All we could see was him cracking his whip and singing the song he transformed into: "Yo ho, wolves charging north!"