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

Chapter 265 Rebirth from Icy Thorns
Her wounds healed at a visible speed, the biting chill receded quietly, and even the weariness deep within her soul dissipated considerably. At her brow, the icy blue mark of the Ice God suddenly glowed softly, and a clear message flooded into her mind:

"The third of the Nine Trials of the Ice God, the Path of Frost, has been completed."

"Assessment content: Traverse a path filled with traps on a road made of extremely cold ice. During the journey, one of your five senses will be deprived at regular intervals until you reach the finish line."

"Reward: Ice element affinity increased by 5%, all Soul Ring duration increased by 1000 years."

As the light faded, Meng Hongchen raised her hand to her brow, and the spirit rings on her body had improved considerably.

the other side.

In the underworld.

The test that Ye Yukes gave was very simple.

He's already a level 98 Super Douluo, but who can beat him?

Ah Yin, who was "regulated," was, in a sense, the lowest-ranking person in the underworld, and was refined into a slave.

The worst thing about becoming an extradition officer is being "standardized" by the rules and only following the existing "rules".

However, the butterfly increased Ah Yin's strength and also bestowed upon her "fate," but it was "harmonious."

"boom!"

Ye Yukes failed countless times.

"Ugh!"

Huo Yuhao, lying in the rocking chair, let out a long sigh.

"teacher."

Although Ah Yin, who has been "regulated," has bright eyes, he is not truly "regulated."

"Alright, you should cultivate some more. Once you reach level ninety-nine, defeat her and you'll become a 'Commander'."

"I understand, teacher."

The far north.

The content of the fourth test appeared between Meng Hongchen's brows.

"The Fourth Trial of the Ice God: Thickets of Ice"

"You must pass through three trials barefoot. The first trial is on an ice surface with occasional ice spikes; the second trial is on a path paved with lava; and the third trial is a road filled with lightning, and you must not use your martial spirit throughout the entire process."

"Duration: 10 days" "Reward: Soul Power increases by one level, Ice God Affinity increases by 10%"

The will of the Ice God carried a clear yet gentle aura. The voice seemed to come from the depths of the far north ice plains, or like a whisper in one's ear, carrying a soothing power: "Ready? I'll take you there."

"it is good."

With a gentle movement of the Ice God's will, the surrounding ice mist surged forth as if alive, softly enveloping Meng Hongchen. In the blink of an eye, the ice field beneath her feet had transformed—a crystal-clear ice path stretched out before her, with a faint light flowing beneath the ice, marking the location of the first trial.

Meng Hongchen bent down and took off her shoes and socks, revealing her smooth ankles. She took a deep breath and, barefoot, stepped onto the chilly ice surface.

"hiss!"

The moment she stepped onto the ice, a bone-chilling cold shot up her spine from her toes to the top of her head. Meng Hongchen couldn't help but gasp, her toes instinctively curling up. The ice was far colder than she had imagined; it felt as if countless tiny ice needles were piercing her flesh, making her shiver.

But she gritted her teeth, suppressing the piercing chill, and continued walking forward resolutely, step by step. With each step, the frigid ice seemed to cling to her feet like a bone-deep infection, yet it did nothing to slow her pace.

After walking for a while, the scene on the ice ahead suddenly changed. The originally smooth ice surface was now covered with ice spikes of varying lengths, their tips gleaming with a chilling light, densely pointing upwards.

Meng Hongchen took a deep breath and tentatively stepped onto the area covered with ice spikes. She had barely taken a half step when the sharp ice spikes pierced her skin, and a sharp pain shot through her. She couldn't help but let out a soft "Ugh." But she didn't stop. She bit her lower lip and continued to move forward, each step accompanied by the stinging pain of ice spikes piercing her flesh.

After completing this journey, Meng Hongchen's feet were soaked in blood. Crimson drops of blood dripped from her toes, spreading into glaring red patches on the ice. Each wound was deep enough to expose bone, mixed with shards of ice, a horrifying sight.

Another vortex appeared before them, with pale red air swirling within it. The edges rippled with scorching heat, and the dark red magma within could be faintly seen, clearly the entrance to the second level.

Meng Hongchen stepped into the vortex, and when she reappeared, she was standing on a stretch of ground a thousand meters long. Strangely, her feet, which had been cut by ice spikes, had completely healed, her skin smooth and without a trace of injury, as if the pain and blood she had just experienced were just an illusion.

But the ground beneath their feet had turned crimson, radiating scorching heat. To the left and right, molten lava churned, orange flames licked the rock walls, and the rising heat almost ignited the air. Every breath was accompanied by a burning, stinging sensation.

Meng Hongchen stepped onto the crimson ground, and a searing pain instantly exploded from the soles of her feet, as if her feet had stepped into a red-hot iron. She cried out in pain, "Ah!" Her body trembled violently, and fine beads of cold sweat instantly seeped from her forehead, but she still gritted her teeth and forced herself to move forward.

The road was a kilometer long, and every inch of the ground seemed to have been tempered by raging fire, the burning sensation gnawing at her feet like a bone-deep ailment. With each step Meng Hongchen took, she felt her flesh burning faintly under the high temperature, as if it would be charred at any moment, but the determination in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest, as she measured this long and agonizing distance step by step.

Meng Hongchen bit her lower lip tightly, her lips already bearing deep marks from her teeth, and she was completely unaware that blood was seeping from them.

The burning pain in her feet almost swallowed her consciousness, but she stubbornly held back all her cries of pain with a fierce determination. Although her steps were unsteady, she never stopped.

Having finally completed the kilometer, Meng Hongchen's feet were a bloody mess. Her once smooth skin was scorched black and peeling. With each movement, drops of hot blood dripped down, leaving a horrifying trail on the crimson ground. She swayed, barely managing to stay upright, her breathing heavy and labored, her forehead soaked with cold sweat.

Ahead, one last vortex appeared, with eerie purple lightning crackling and flashing within it. Strands of electricity spilled out from the edge of the vortex, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of ozone. Clearly, this was the final entrance to the third level.

Upon entering, one finds oneself on a patch of blue earth. This blue is not a warm, gentle hue, but rather like steel tempered by ice, gleaming with a cold, hard sheen. Tiny blue arcs of electricity occasionally crackle across the ground, emitting a soft buzzing sound.

But above this blue land, countless blades float, their sharp edges gleaming with a chilling blue light, like a jungle of blades hanging overhead. A slight glance upwards reveals their menacing aura, as if they might fall at any moment.

Meng Hongchen closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with tension. Feeling the chilling aura of the blade above her head, she knew in her heart that she could no longer walk upright; it seemed she could only crawl across.