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

Chapter 271 You've Won
The Ice God raised his hand and swung his sword. The gleaming white sword drew a simple arc in the air, yet it contained endless laws of ice. He uttered three words: "Ice God Slash".

This sword strike wasn't aimed at Meng Hongchen, but rather precisely struck the core of the devastating, frigid storm. There was no earth-shattering collision, only a gentle yet irresistible divine power of ice spreading out, soothing the raging energy like a spring breeze. The phantoms of the nine Xuanbing True Dragons gradually dissipated under this power, the frigid storm subsided, and the frozen void slowly melted away.

Having done all this, the Ice God's will looked at the panting Meng Hongchen. The originally indifferent divine light softened a bit, and the chilling coldness in his voice faded as he gently said, "You have won."

"The Ice God's Sixth Trial - The Battle of the Lost World has been completed."

"Assessment content: Fight against the will of the Ice God and survive for one day."

Evaluation: Excellent

Reward Distribution: -
Ice God affinity increased by 15%
"The age limit of all spirit rings will be increased by 10,000 years"

A cold notification sounded in his mind, and at the same time, a gentle, icy blue energy surged into Meng Hongchen's body.

"Next, the seventh test is simple: simply draw the Ice God Sword." The voice of the Ice God's will remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable guiding tone. It turned and walked deeper into this space, its icy blue figure leaving a faint trail in the dissipating icy mist.

"Come with me."

Ice Temple.

Upon entering, an even purer and more chilling cold swept over them. The hall was empty and solemn, with only a long, ice-blue sword stuck diagonally in the center of the ice seat.

The sword's blade was translucent, as if carved from the purest ice marrow, yet it exuded a cold, hard metallic feel. A faint, ethereal blue aura flowed across its surface, and its extreme coldness far surpassed any artifacts seen before. Even the Ice God Bow in Meng Hongchen's hands seemed to lose some of its sharpness and pale in comparison.

Just looking at it from afar, one feels as if their soul is frozen. The air around the sword has already condensed into fine ice crystals, silently proclaiming its supreme majesty as the core of the Ice God's legacy.

A cold yet clear notification sound came from between his brows, directly imprinting itself into his consciousness:

"The Nine Trials of the Ice God - Seventh Trial: The Ice God Sword"

"Assessment Content: Pull out the Ice God Sword from its seal."

Duration: One year

"Reward: 15% affinity with the Ice God, right to use the Ice God Sword"

As soon as Meng Hongchen approached within three zhang of the ice seat, the ice around the Ice God Sword suddenly trembled violently.

"Om-"

A deep, resonant sword cry emanated from the ice, unleashing an unprecedented, extreme cold that was a thousand times more chilling than any ice force encountered before. Even before the sword was drawn, the domain of the Ice God spread out like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping the entire Ice God Temple.

Within the domain, time seemed to freeze. Meng Hongchen's movements suddenly became sluggish, the flow of his blood slowed down, and even his soul power seemed to be frozen, its circulation becoming increasingly difficult. "As expected of the Ice God Sword, it is indeed powerful." Meng Hongchen praised softly, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes, but even more so, eagerness to try it out.

She slightly spread her arms, and her martial spirit suddenly appeared, offsetting some of the extreme cold pressure. With the power of her martial spirit, her body became light, and she flew like a streak of light to the ice seat sealing the Ice God Sword. She hovered in mid-air, facing the long sword that exuded supreme divine power from afar.

At close range, the chill of the Ice God Sword felt like needles piercing the skin.

As Meng Hongchen reached out, her fingertips just touched the hilt of the Ice God Sword when an extreme chill, even stronger than the pressure of a domain, surged wildly into her fingertips.

"Hiss—" She gasped, seeing ice crystals visibly forming on the spot where she had touched it, instantly spreading across the back of her hand and climbing up her forearm. The chill didn't just stay on the surface; it penetrated to the bone marrow, even causing a splitting pain as her soul power flowed through her meridians, as if her entire arm was about to be frozen into an ice sculpture. She gritted her teeth and steadied herself, quickly gathering soul power in her other hand to strike her frozen arm, trying to suppress the spread of the chill. But as soon as it melted a little, new ice crystals formed, creating a tug-of-war with the power of the Ice God Sword.

The Ice God Sword has never been drawn, because no one has ever seen it.

That's why Meng Hongchen was the first to witness how terrifying this sword was.

"Come out!" Meng Hongchen's eyes suddenly lit up, and his soul power exploded without reservation, with icy blue light rising around him like flames.

"Come out here!" she roared again, her voice filled with a desperate resolve. Her soul power was running at its limit, and it even subtly activated her affinity with the Ice God.

"brush--"

A clear, sharp cry pierced the Ice God Temple, and the Ice God Sword was finally pulled from its seal! In an instant, the extreme cold emanating from the sword swept out like a tsunami, spreading rapidly from the Ice God Temple to the entire far north.

The sky was obscured by thick, icy clouds, the sunlight disappeared completely, the earth was shrouded in endless cold, thousands of miles were frozen, and snow drifted for miles, even the air was frozen into visible ice crystals.

The notification sound from between his brows rang out with unprecedented clarity and majesty: "The Nine Trials of the Ice God—Seventh Trial: Drawing the Supreme Artifact Ice God Sword, passed! Ice God affinity increased by 20%, now at 90%!"

The Ice God's Will gazed at Meng Hongchen, who wielded the Ice God Sword and whose divine light flowed, a barely perceptible fluctuation flickering in its eyes composed of ice crystals. It stood silently in the shadow of the palace pillar, a whisper, almost a sigh, emanating from the depths of its consciousness: "Main Body, it seems that the one you have chosen can truly succeed."

Immediately afterwards, that cold notification sound rang out again between Meng Hongchen's brows, carrying an undeniable majesty: "Ice God's Eighth Trial: Increase level to ninety-nine."

Timeframe: Five years

Meng Hongchen is currently at level 97, and it's only a matter of time before he reaches level 99.

However, for now, we need to go to the Northernmost Sect to resolve their bloodline issue. The disciples of the Northernmost Sect moved to the Sun and Moon Empire several years ago and have taken root there.

With Meng Hongchen's current strength approaching level 97, it would only take him an instant to travel to the Sun Moon Empire and reunite with his sect.

She also controls the power of space.

As soon as Meng Hongchen landed, a figure quickly approached her at the gate of the Northern Sect's base in the Sun Moon Empire.

Lan Xuanbing bowed respectfully to her, her voice filled with undisguised joy: "Holy Maiden, you have arrived."

Meng Hongchen nodded and said, "I've come here to resolve the issue of your bloodline."

Meng Hongchen frowned slightly as she gazed at the empty valley behind the sect.

But she doesn't possess the power of creation, so how could she create a spiritual vein?

Oh, right, Ah Die.

An hour later, the entire spiritual vein had taken shape, with icy blue spiritual energy flowing slowly through its channels, nourishing the surrounding land. Meng Hongchen took out the "Condensed Essence Bathing Spring"—the colorful seed that shimmered like a rainbow—a reward from the Heavenly Ranking, and gently placed it into the source of the spiritual vein.

The moment the seed touched the water, it burst into bloom, transforming into a rushing, colorful river that intertwined and merged with the icy blue spiritual vein. The river water shimmered with a glassy luster, and wherever it passed, even the air was filled with a pure and purifying aura that could cleanse the blood and veins, flowing endlessly as if destined to last forever.