Douluo Jueshi: My body was penetrated by the Snow Queen

Chapter 222 The System Dissipates (Please continue reading)

Xue Wushuang gently stroked the white letter paper with her fingertips. The system's handwriting seemed to carry warmth, and each word struck the depths of her heart.

As the last punctuation mark came into view, she slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes casting fine shadows beneath them.

Who could have imagined that at the critical moment when the sea of ​​spirit was about to collapse, it was the system that exhausted its last bit of energy to build a line of defense for her on the edge of life and death.

If it weren't for this protection that transcends the rules, she would have long since vanished into that raging energy vortex.

At this moment, Xue Wushuang was surrounded by a faint three-colored halo.

She gazed into the void, a relieved smile playing on her lips. In her dantian, three brand-new divine cores were slowly awakening.

Unlike previous soul core forms, this is a divine core that condenses the power of laws. The ice and snow divine core is crystal clear and flows with a faint blue light.

The Divine Core of Change gleamed with a pearly white luster, its surface color shifting like flowing clouds, while the Divine Core of Power emitted a dazzling golden light, each pulse causing ripples in the space.

“So that’s how it is”

Xue Wushuang muttered to herself, finally understanding the root cause of the failure to condense.

It's not that soul power and Dao traces are mutually exclusive, but rather that these are three completely different laws that cannot be forcibly fused into one.

Now, the power has transformed into three streams, like three surging rivers, each rushing forward yet echoing each other, allowing her to more accurately grasp the mysteries of each law.

"System, you have once again illuminated my path."

She carefully tucked the letter into her bosom, tears glistening in her deep blue eyes, a mixture of relief at surviving the ordeal and reluctance at the system's disappearance.

This bond, which has transcended countless life-and-death experiences, has long been etched into the depths of her soul.

As her divine sense sank into her dantian, Xue Wushuang clearly felt the rhythm of the three divine cores.

The Ice and Snow Divine Core is like a majestic iceberg, granting her the power to control the cold winter. With a wave of her hand, she can unleash a sky full of snow and freeze time and space.

The Divine Core of Transformation is like an invisible mist, allowing her to transform into all things at will. It can not only imitate forms but also replicate the essence of power.

The Power Divine Core, like a dormant sun, contains immense power that allows her to shatter any obstacle in her path with overwhelming force.

Although she is currently only at the quasi-demigod level, comparable to a god in the divine realm, the power of laws brought by the three divine cores has already made her strength far surpass that of others of the same level.

Even the divine power that those third-level gods were so proud of might not be able to gain the slightest advantage under her multi-law fusion offensive.

Even when facing a level two god, Xue Wushuang is confident that she can kill him in this god-level battle, even if it means defeating him.

Xue Wushuang's eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly, and her divine sense spread through her meridians like ripples, capturing four completely different primal forces.

They lie dormant deep within her soul, and though they are quite different from her original essence, they are like tamed wild horses, obediently responding to her every command.

Her fingertips curled unconsciously as she felt the tremors of power flowing through her veins. It was a sense of control that transcended common sense, as if even the laws of heaven and earth were at her fingertips.

With a slight thought, Xue Wushuang turned around abruptly, her gaze sweeping over the transparent bodies of Xue Di, Bing Di, and the others.

They remained in a coma, surrounded by a faint divine aura.

Xue Wushuang took a deep breath, her consciousness receding like the tide, and in the blink of an eye, she withdrew from that mysterious space and returned to the sea of ​​her mind.

When her consciousness returned, the scene before her caused her pupils to shrink sharply.

The once vast yet somewhat empty sea of ​​the spirit has now transformed into a secret realm that is its own world. Above the sky, a dazzling golden sun hangs high, its rays cascading down like liquid gold.

The light did not have a scorching pain, but instead carried the gentle warmth of a mother's embrace, and wherever it went, the space was filled with a soft halo.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of frost, like thousands of shattered jade pieces scattered by the gods, shimmering with a cool luster under the sunlight.

These frosts piled up and transformed into a series of strange, undulating mountains, some like sharp swords piercing the sky, others like giant beasts lying on the ground asleep.

At the heart of the mountain range, a blue-gold chair stands majestically, cast from metal with flowing, mysterious patterns.

On either side of the seat, two golden statues stand like loyal guardians.

They wielded long spears, the tips of which gleamed coldly. The statues had stern and solemn faces, and the runes engraved on their armor shimmered with a faint light, each line containing a world-destroying pressure.

Steps extend from the seats, cascading down and disappearing into the snow, as if connecting the realm of gods and the human world.

Xue Wushuang stood still, feeling the immense power surging within the sea of ​​spirit.

This is no longer just a space of consciousness, but a vibrant miniature world where every corner showcases her ultimate control over power and is also a manifestation of the laws and Dao traces.

Despite the system's selfless assistance, which enabled her to successfully cross the line between life and death and condense an unprecedented three-element divine core, the joy of this victory was overshadowed by deep worry.

"How much time has passed in the outside world? Are Di Mingli and the others still waiting for me in the Dragon Tomb?"

Her whispers echoed in the silent space of her consciousness, a hint of anxiety rising in her eyes.

She knew all too well that if everyone mistakenly believed she had perished, they would do everything in their power to find a way out of the Dragon Tomb. But this mysterious little world, suspended in the void rift, was like a maze shrouded in mist. How could it be easy to find a way back?

Rewinding to the depths of the Dragon Tomb, a year has quietly passed since Xue Wushuang condensed her divine core.

Six months ago, Di Mingli was the first to awaken and successfully condensed her third soul core.

In this strange place isolated from the outside world, the concept of time has long been blurred. Di Tian, ​​Di Mingli, and the others can only estimate the passing years by relying on the subtle changes in Xue Wushuang's body.

They would never forget that terrifying scene: Xue Wushuang bled from all seven orifices, the crimson blood like a poignant red plum blossom, her body convulsing violently due to the surge of energy, as if she were about to be torn to pieces at any moment.

Just as everyone was terrified and despair was about to consume their reason, a blinding light suddenly burst forth from between her brows.

The light, like a newborn sun, instantly illuminated the entire Dragon Tomb.

"This aura"

Di Tian's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.

This overwhelming pressure was somewhat similar to that of Mu En when he became a god at level 100, but it also contained an even more chilling sharpness.

The crowd was initially overjoyed, thinking they could finally break free from the shackles of the Dragon Tomb and return to the familiar Douluo Continent.

However, joy is fleeting, like fireworks, and fades away slowly with time.

Although Xue Wushuang was always surrounded by a powerful aura that could make even gods tremble, and anyone who came within three zhang would have their blood and qi surge due to the invisible divine power, her tightly closed eyes showed no sign of opening for a long time.

She sat serenely in the Dragon Tomb, like an ice sculpture in eternal slumber, oblivious to the anxious calls of the crowd, still immersed in a world unknown to anyone.

Di Mingli repeatedly checked her pulse and found it to be normal, but she still couldn't find a way to wake her up, and everyone's hearts sank once again.

(End of this chapter)