Douluo Continent: The Twin Sons of the Styx River, Shaking the World and Destroying the Heavens

Chapter 263 The Ice God's Third Trial: The Path of Ice

Three days had passed since the absorption was completed, and the ninth soul skills were Absolute Zero and Ice God's Annihilation.

The Soul Bone is from the Extreme Ice Dragon Domain and the Descent of the Ice Dragon.

These are all very good soul skills. His current soul power has reached level 94, just one level away from becoming a Super Douluo.

After a day of rest and recuperation, I've adjusted my condition and am ready to face the upcoming assessment.

"You've arrived."

Meng Hongchen said, "We can begin."

The mark on Meng Hongchen's forehead flickered and revealed its contents.

"The Nine Trials of the Ice God - Third Trial: The Path of Frost"

"On a road made of extremely cold ice, the path is full of traps. Every once in a while, one of the five senses will be lost. The examinee must traverse this perilous icy road."

Deadline: One month

"Reward: Affinity 5%, Soul Ring Age Increased by 1000 Years"

With a gentle wave of her jade hand, the ice beneath Meng Hongchen's feet suddenly cracked with a piercing sound, and a bottomless crack burst open. A chilling aura surged upwards from the crack, and a colossal shadow seemed to be stirring below, as if something frozen for eternity was about to break free.

In a short while, the ground in front of Meng Hongchen trembled more violently, and the cracks spread into the distance at a visible speed. Layers of ice crystals condensed at the edges, and in the misty air, a passage about ten feet deep and more than two feet wide had taken shape. The ice walls on both sides shone with a dark blue luster and seemed to have no end in sight—this was the Path of Frost.

"Those chosen by the Ice God, embark on this path; the test has begun."

"I'll be waiting for you at the end of the road."

Meng Hongchen raised her hand to wipe the thin layer of sweat from her forehead, her gaze fixed and icy: "I understand. I will do my best."

The Ice God's will slowly nodded, and a faint light seemed to flow in his eyes, which were formed from ice, carrying a hint of approval: "Those chosen by the Ice God should have the courage to face all difficulties."

A frosty voice echoed across the vast wilderness of the far north, carrying a solemn and mysterious rhythm, as if it had come from eternity. Her figure gradually became transparent, with tiny ice crystals appearing at her edges, as if she were about to merge with the surrounding biting cold. The next moment, her figure completely dissipated, turning into countless wisps of shimmering white frost, seeping into the air of the ruins, leaving only that voice, as if descending from the distant sky, carrying an ancient and sacred majesty, lingering for a long time.

The moment Meng Hongchen's footsteps landed on the icy path, each step on the hardened ice steps produced a subtle yet clear "crunch," exceptionally distinct in the silence. The surrounding chill suddenly intensified, like countless invisible ice needles spreading out, threatening to completely devour the last trace of warmth in the air, making even breathing feel like being stung by icy shards.

The icy path was bone-chillingly cold, and a heavy, solemn atmosphere permeated the air, as if even time itself had slowed down. Meng Hongchen had been walking steadily for quite some time, and although the cold had been biting along the way, she had not encountered any real danger.

Just then, all sounds around her suddenly vanished—the creaking of the ice steps beneath her feet, her own breathing, even the faint sound of her soul power flowing—all disappeared without a trace. Her hearing was taken away without warning.

Rather than calling this a test set by the Ice God, it would be more accurate to say that it was a manifestation of the "rules" formed from the condensation of the laws of ice. The entire icy path was shrouded in these invisible rules, forming a self-contained system that isolated itself from all external interference. Even the presence of a god could not shake it in the slightest.

Just then, a thin layer of icy mist quietly rose from the ground of the icy path, spreading like a veil. The mist, carrying a biting chill, slowly rose and spread, blurring the ice walls on both sides and even gradually disappearing into a white mist, adding to the uncertainty of the road ahead.

The surrounding cold suddenly became several times more intense than before, as if it had turned into invisible ice chains, trying to freeze people's souls and even make the flow of soul power sluggish.

The chill in the air grew stronger, and with each breath she exhaled, white mist would condense into fine frost, which would fall softly onto her eyelashes and the ends of her hair, coating her eyebrows, eyes, and temples with a thin layer of white, as if glazing her entire being with an icy outline.

The third test is the same; from the moment one steps onto the icy path, the martial spirit is firmly imprisoned by the rules of this path.

In just three minutes, another strange event occurred. This time, it wasn't just a loss of one sense—the piercingly cold, fishy smell in my nasal cavity vanished instantly, and even breathing became numb; the lingering icy, astringent taste on my tongue also disappeared abruptly, as if my taste buds had been completely frozen. In a short instant, both my sense of smell and taste were simultaneously taken away.

Amidst the icy mist ahead, a faint, chilling glint could be seen. As the mist slowly shifted, a thicket of thorns formed from solidified ice gradually came into view—the thorns, formed from ice crystals, were densely packed, each gleaming with a cold, eerie light, their edges sharp as knives, as if the slightest touch would tear flesh apart.

Fortunately, this patch of icy thorns is not completely impenetrable; there are several narrow gaps scattered throughout, just wide enough for one person to pass sideways, providing a path to avoid the sharp edges.

As Meng Hongchen ventured deeper into the world, the chill intensified, feeling as if countless icy threads were seeping into her bones through her pores, making her blood seem to freeze. The surrounding cold was no longer just physical; it seemed to carry a certain will, coiling around her mind, attempting to shatter her focus and extinguish her will to move forward.

Meng Hongchen gritted her teeth, crawling through the thorns as if stepping on sharp blades. The icy steps beneath her feet seemed to carry a backlash, each step challenging her limits and each stride testing her will.

This must be what it means to go through fire and water, right? Except that what she was standing on wasn't a scalding sea of ​​fire, but an icy sea that could freeze her soul.

The surrounding chill intensified, like an invisible ice net wrapping her tightly, as if it would freeze her into an ice sculpture in the next second.

In this region of the far north, there is no sunlight or moonlight; only boundless cold air envelops the land, and even time seems to slow down in this frozen landscape.

Just as she passed through the icy thorns, another change occurred. This time, her body's sense of touch abruptly vanished—the coldness of the icy steps beneath her feet, the stinging sensation of the air against her skin, even the tactile sensation of her clothing rubbing against her—all disappeared. It was as if her entire body was enveloped by an invisible barrier, completely isolating her from everything around her. Her sense of touch had, after all, been taken away. She hadn't gone far when an immense pressure suddenly struck, like a gravitational field descending, making every step she took incredibly heavy.

The surrounding space seemed to distort, the outline of the ice wall swayed slightly, and even the vision became slightly blurred.

The cold was intense to the extreme; the water elements in the air were completely frozen, turning into countless tiny ice crystals that floated in the air, refracting a chilling light, as if to completely seal her in an icy shell from head to toe. With each inhale, the icy air rushed into her lungs, feeling as if countless tiny knives were churning inside, causing her pain so intense that she almost frowned.

But she didn't stop at all, and continued to stride forward steadily, one step at a time.