Chapter 318: Projection of the Primordial Chaos Spiritual Sea

Chapter 318: Projection of the Primordial Chaos Spiritual Sea

Atop the Sacred Mountain, crystal-clear ice shards the size of a palm leaf shot out from the altar shrouded in cold fog.

These shards struck the divine artifact, the Heart of Winter, causing it to crackle loudly under the impact.

The outer crystalline layer of the Heart of Winter occasionally unleashed a shimmering wave of frost, scattering the incoming ice shards.

A faint yet piercing light flickered deep within the dense cold fog like a twinkling eye was observing from within the Heart of Winter.

Pang Jian remained unaware of this.

The emergence of the ice walls obstructed Pang Jian's path to kill the Grand Elder.

Whoosh!

Pang Jian soared up to attack the Ice Race Grand Elder from above.

"Esteemed guest, I urge you to calm down!" cried the elder holding the Grand Elder’s scepter.

He gazed solemnly at the sky, where Pang Jian's summoned stars and moon fused with the frigid cold.

Whoosh!

A glistening icy river burst forth from the Grand Elder's scepter and stretched magnificently across the sky.

The piercing cold ran wild, absorbing Pang Jian's Cosmic Fission into the crystalline ice river in the sky and gradually freezing it.

"Bing Lan! What on earth is happening?" the elder woman called to the Grand Elder. "What did you see in his mind?"

"He-he..." Grand Elder Bing Lan pointed one shaky hand at Pang Jian before stretching out his other toward the elder holding his scepter. "Give me the Frost Scepter!"

"Explain yourself first!" The elder holding the Frost Scepter snorted coldly.

"Evil entities have possessed him! He's not a follower of the Ice Demon!" the Grand Elder shrieked. "Hurry, give me the Frost Scepter! There's a sinister consciousness deep within his soul. Only the Frost Scepter can defend against it!"

Pang Jian was hovering in the air using the black turtle scute and was about to unleash the explosive Chaos Sword Technique when he heard the Grand Elder's words.

Is he scared of my golden divine sense? Pang Jian realized. In that case—

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Strands of golden divine sense surged from Pang Jian's eyes like golden lightning bolts and streaked toward the Grand Elder's ice-blue pupils.

The ice walls and the shimmering icy river could not block the golden divine sense as they were imbued with divine consciousness.

Pang Jian's golden divine sense phased through the barriers as if they were nothing and entered the Grand Elder's eyes.

An unfamiliar sea of consciousness appeared before Pang Jian.

Hundreds of cube-shaped ice crystals floated in a freezing void, each containing a fragment of the Grand Elder's soul.

The scattered ice crystals trembled as if struggling to reassemble into a complete entity.

It appeared a figure composed of these ice crystals once floated in this mysterious space, but had since been destroyed and needed to be reconstructed.

There was nothing but drifting ice crystals in the cold void.

"Ah! An outer-world evil!" The Grand Elder's scream resonated from the soul fragments within the ice crystals when the golden light appeared.

The Bee Sovereign had shattered his soul, severely damaging it and leaving him desperately trying to recover his strength so he could reassemble it.

He had been in the process of doing this when the terrifying golden divine sense.

"Bing Yuan! Give me the Frost Scepter!" his real body roared.

"He deserved to die." Pang Jian glanced down at the six remaining elders with a cold look. After weighing his words, he added, "He lost faith in the Ice Demon. He only wanted to save his own skin and use me as his way out. Neither the Frozen Land nor any of you were considerations in his heart."

Second Elder Bing Yuan held the Frost Scepter and replied coldly, "It doesn't matter what Bing Lan may have done. You had no right to kill him. Outsider, we wish to avoid bloodshed, so we hope you will surrender peacefully and explain everything to us."

"Surrender?" Pang Jian shook his head with a cold laugh and casually tilted his head back to gaze at the sky.

"Outsider, you won't be able to escape."

"Don't even think about leaving the Frozen Land before explaining!"

"Bing Lan's death was the result of your sly maneuvers. There's no chance you'll escape with our soul seas fortified."

Four elders ascended into the sky with the assistance of their artifacts and surrounded Pang Jian above the altar.

When the Ice Race warriors below saw four elders emerge from the fog with visible hostility toward Pang Jian, they responded in kind.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Ice Race warriors filled the sky and surrounded Pang Jian on their Spirit Avians.

It's time to go, The Bee Sovereign sighed helplessly.

The death of the Grand Elder had irreversibly worsened the situation. It had become infinitely more difficult to seize the divine consciousness within the Heart of Winter.

It was better to take their chances in the Forbidden Land of the Thunder God or the fragmented land with the perished Fire God than face the six elders with Spirit Condensation Realm equivalent cultivation in the Frozen Land.

Agreed. Pang Jian no longer cared about how the Ice Race viewed him and did not hesitate to act.

His spiritual sea surged like a rising tide.

The sun, moon, and stars in his dantian lit up dazzlingly, while the lightning vortex and fiery pool in his spiritual sea roared into motion.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The smooth, crystalline glaciers near the Sacred Mountain suddenly reflected divine light onto Pang Jian like mirrors one after another.

A mysterious force appeared to be controlling them.

Time halted and everything came to a stop.

The members of the Ice Race stared blankly at Pang Jian, their thoughts and consciousness frozen.

Although Pang Jian was still aware, he found he could not move.

He tried to reach out to the Bee Sovereign, only to realize the mysterious force had also paralyzed the Bee Sovereign.

A deep sense of unease filled him.

Something strange seemed to be happening behind him.

Whoosh!

A bizarre, dreamlike scene slowly unfolded in the space behind Pang Jian, revealing tiny stars, a blazing sun, a brilliant moon, a swirling lightning vortex, and a seething fiery pool.

The mysterious force projected Pang Jian's Primordial Chaos Spiritual Sea into the sky above the altar, making it seem almost like they were tangible objects.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Clusters of green leaves, imbued with the mysteries of life and radiating life energy, floated in the air like lotus leaves on a pond.

A hard, blackish-yellow object expanded into an ethereal massive shell.

The mysterious force had also projected the Leaves of Life and the black turtle scute onto the space behind Pang Jian.

This enigmatic scene etched itself deeply into the eyes of the Ice Race members still staring blankly at Pang Jian, becoming an indelible, profound imprint that could never be erased.