Slime Immortal.

Chapter 161 Wow, Evil God, Don't Eat Me!
The northern mountains, like a giant silver dragon coiled at the edge of the earth, stretch across the northern border of the White Horse Kingdom.

When the sunlight shines down, the peaks refract billions of brilliant and beautiful points of light, like the scales of a giant dragon shaking off its skin, a breathtaking sight.

However, behind this extreme beauty lies a harsh living environment.

The howling wind is the eternal song here, and the resilient cedars and lichens are among the few plants that can survive here.

The orcs who had lived here for generations migrated to the ice-free ports further north on the continent. Now, only the tenacious Snow Mountain Savage tribes remain, scattered like moss on the outskirts of the mountains, relying on hunting and ancient wisdom to coexist with this icy land.

In a sheltered canyon, there lived a small tribe of savages.

The domed snow houses, like scattered white mushrooms, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys, bring a touch of civilization to this tranquil white wasteland.

However, at this moment, the commotion coming from the center of the tribe broke the tranquil atmosphere.

A young savage hunter was carried back by his tribesmen. He had fallen off a low cliff and broken his leg. His right leg was now bent at an unnatural angle, and the excruciating pain made him pale and covered in cold sweat.

"Hold on, the shaman will be back soon!"

"Make way, bandage first, and quickly start a fire!"

The savages busied themselves, but there was little they could do in the face of such a severe injury.

"Give way."

Just as they were at a loss, a petite figure pushed through the crowd and squeezed in.

Unlike the savages surrounding him, this was a lizardman draped in thick animal hides.

It was Sergash, who had been heading to the snow-capped mountains for a long time.

After everyone made way, she went inside, knelt down beside the injured person, and gently pressed her cold hands around the wound.

"Just bear with it," she said softly, then closed her eyes and focused.

A soft, vibrant green light emerged from her palm, like tender buds in early spring, gently seeping into the injured man's leg bone.

The power of nature nourished the torn tissues and broken bones, quickly relieving the pain, and the young hunter's tense body gradually relaxed.

Sermia followed behind her and entered as well. Silently, she took out the herbs she carried with her and carefully ground them into powder on a smooth stone. She then applied the powder to the area around the wound, along with Sergash's healing technique.

By the time the tribe's old shaman rushed back, the treatment was already over. The old man met with the two sisters privately, his wrinkled face showing gratitude and approval.

"The spirit of nature favors you, child, and the tribe thanks you for your kindness."

Sergash lowered his head somewhat shyly, waving his little hand bashfully: "No, we should be thanking you for taking in my sister and me. It's just... just that we happened to be able to help out a little."

The old shaman chuckled as he looked at her shy expression, then took out an object wrapped in thick fur from his robes and solemnly handed it to Sergash.

“Child, this is the permafrost orchid you asked us to find before. The snow on Mount Buda has just melted a bit, which is why it has become visible.”

"It can help you complete the final trial of the transformation of the Spirit of Life, and it is also the key to the Snow Eagle Trial."

Serghash carefully took it and looked down at it closely.

It was a beautiful flower that defied description, as if it were sculpted from the purest ice. Its petals were layered and translucent, chilling to the touch, yet strangely, they did not melt.

She knew that this magical flower only bloomed on the summit of snow-capped peaks or near the rifts leading to the ice elemental plane, making it extremely rare.

So she thanked him quietly, her eyes brightening with joy.

The old shaman smiled kindly and explained how to use it.

Simply swallow the petals or brew them with snow water to make "ice tea".

At that time, when white mist appears with each breath and the mind becomes as clear and calm as ice crystals, the consumer will be able to hear absolute silence, see the flow of heat in the environment, and vaguely perceive the suffocating cold and magnificent glaciers of the ice element plane.

To complete the trial, she needs to find and contract an ice elemental creature in a plane where ice and snow exist, and obtain its power in order to complete the transformation of the spirit of life.

"But child, you must be wary of the risks involved."

The old shaman's tone became extremely serious, "During this period, your body temperature will drop sharply, posing a serious risk of frostbite and hypothermia. And after entering the ice elemental plane, your soul fluctuations may attract the attention of some... unknown beings."

Serghash asked in a low voice, "What could this unknown being be?"

"If we're lucky, they might just be some mischievous and curious little ice elemental creatures."

The old shaman said in a deep voice, "If we're unlucky... we might encounter an evil god or an ancient being that roams the elemental boundaries and wields the power over shattered ice and snow."

"Note that if you do encounter this, you should abandon the trial and leave the area."

Serghash took a deep breath of the cold air, gripped the Frozen Orchid tightly in his hand, and nodded earnestly: "I understand, thank you, Shaman."

Afterwards, Sergash and his companion returned to the small snow hut where they were temporarily staying, where a warm atmosphere greeted them.

The fire crackled in the small stone fireplace, radiating a comforting light and warmth. Sermia leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a look of worry on her face.

"Thergash, this is too dangerous."

"The Ice Elemental Plane... that's not a place for lizardmen to set foot in, let alone attract the attention of unknown beings."

Sergash was carefully clearing a small, clean area in preparation for meditation.

After listening, she looked up and comforted her, "Sister, I have completed the previous two trials, 'Nature' and 'Ice Scales'. Please believe me, Sergash has grown up and is no longer a child who will back down when faced with difficulties."

That's why I'm worried.

She sighed, knowing that persuasion was useless, so she could only walk to the door and silently protect her sister with her tall frame, saying in a low voice, "I will watch over you. If anything goes wrong, stop immediately."

“Yes!” Sergash nodded vigorously.

She sat cross-legged, took a few deep breaths, and prayed softly.

"Putu, Your Excellency, please protect me from the evil gods..."

As she recited the prayer, she recalled that warm night in the swamp. Seeing that round figure from her memory calmed her down and made her feel less anxious.

After a long time, she entered a meditative state, feeling the flow of natural energy within her body, and then adjusted her mental state to its optimal level.

After making all these preparations, she carefully plucked a crystal-clear petal from the frozen orchid, took a deep breath, and slowly put it into her mouth.

"Bang!!"

The extreme cold, like countless fine needles, suddenly exploded from the tip of the tongue, quickly spreading throughout the mouth and throat, and then rushed to the brain like a surging cold tide.

The warmth from the fireplace shattered and dissipated like fragile glass, and she felt as if she had been stripped naked and thrown into an ice cave in an instant.

The walls of the cottage, the warm fire in the fireplace, her sister's worried gaze... everything was fading away from her, becoming blurry and unreal.

Instead, there was an all-pervasive, bitter cold.

At that moment, she felt her breath freeze, yet her mind was exceptionally clear, so clear that she could see her blood flowing slower and hear the faint sound of ice crystals condensing deep within her bone marrow.

Her consciousness seemed to transform into a light snowflake, carried away by an invisible, cold wind, detaching from her heavy physical body, and drifting towards the end of cold nothingness...

This feeling of being detached was both strange and terrifying. She clung tightly to the last bit of clarity, silently reciting a prayer.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she felt as if her "consciousness" had crashed into an invisible barrier, and then she suddenly plummeted, feeling real touch beneath her.

Is this the Ice Elemental Plane? She thought sluggishly.

In Serghash's perception, the surroundings were an endless, pure white world, where there was no direction, no time, only deathly silence and bone-chilling cold.

But she soon discovered that this place wasn't always so desolate. In some places, many orbs of light of varying sizes floated in the air; these were the inhabitants of this place—ice elemental creatures. They seemed to be sculpted from condensed aurora borealis and ice and snow, emitting a soft yet cold white light, slowly moving, gathering, and dispersing.

Therghash's consciousness drifted like a small boat in this cold sea of ​​energy.

She felt both small and vulnerable.

She tried to approach a medium-sized ball of light, focused her mind, and tried to convey a friendly, faint message.

However, as soon as Sergash's consciousness approached, countless sharp ice crystal fragments burst forth around the ball of light, like a hedgehog exploding, and a chilling mental shock violently crashed into her consciousness.

"Outsiders..."

“Fragile…heat…disharmony…”

"leave!"

The ball of light rudely rejected her attempt to communicate and shoved her aside.

The force pushed Sergash's consciousness backward, and a sharp pain and dizziness came over him, as if his soul had been frozen.

Undeterred, she tried to approach several other orbs of light, large and small, but they either remained unresponsive like rocks or emitted a cold rejection. One enormous orb even seemed curious and wanted to prey on her.

After escaping the massive orb of light, the immense mental strain made it difficult for Serghash to maintain her meditative state.

His consciousness returned to his body quickly, and Sergash opened his eyes abruptly, coughing violently. His breath was all cold white vapor, and his lips were frozen purple.

"How is it?" Sermia immediately stepped forward and wrapped her in thick fur.

"No...it's okay."

Sergash's teeth chattered, somewhat discouraged. "They... don't seem to like outsiders very much."

After warming up by the fire, Serga reflected on his previous failure and realized that perhaps he had been too impatient.

Everything in the ice elemental plane follows a slow and eternal rhythm, and her way of communicating may be too hasty, out of step with the tone of this place.

She swallowed the petals a second time, and the biting cold returned, but this time she was prepared.

When her consciousness drifted back into that pure white, deathly silent world, she was no longer in a hurry to approach those powerful, dazzling orbs of light.

She forced herself to calm down, like a block of ice, like a snowflake, simply observing and feeling silently.

She observed that larger clusters of light tended to move more slowly, containing immense and stable energy, but were also more difficult to move or communicate with.

Those tiny specks of light, like small flames, had extremely weak energy fluctuations, seemingly about to go out at any moment, and were also unable to withstand the connection of the contract.

She needs to find a suitable target—not too strong, not too weak.

She ignored the dazzling and dim orbs of light and carefully examined the orbs of light in the middle layer.

Time passed slowly, and this focused search was extremely taxing on her mental energy; she felt her consciousness begin to tire.

Finally, she locked onto a target.

It was a relatively small ball of light, its radiance not particularly dazzling but very stable.

Its shape was constantly changing slightly, but you could vaguely make out the outline of a wolf cub, sometimes curling up, sometimes looking around warily.

More importantly, Sergash sensed a curiosity from the energy fluctuations it emitted that was different from that of other elemental beings.

She held her breath and focused her mind, gathering all her thoughts into a very subtle and slow fluctuation, gently conveying the simplest of intentions.

"Seeing...you...resonates..."

The small ball of ice wolf light paused for a moment, then turned slightly in the direction of her consciousness.

It seemed to hesitate, and the energy fluctuations showed confused ripples.

It neither immediately rejected nor approached, like a wary little animal assessing a strange visitor.

Really!

This was a small step forward, which pleased Thergash somewhat.

Maintaining this delicate communication was extremely difficult. Her mental energy was about to be exhausted. She could only try to remember the unique energy frequency and location of the ice wolf orb of light before she ended her meditation.

She needs to recover; if she tries again, she'll succeed.

After a day of rest and replenishment, Serghash began his third meditation with unprecedented determination.

This time, she felt that she was more resistant to the cold, and the process of her consciousness sinking was smoother.

Filled with anticipation, she drifted directly toward the location she remembered from the last time, eager to find the "ice wolf" orb of light that had brought her hope.

Arrived!

but……

what happened?

Her consciousness swept around her, and a sense of bewilderment rose within her.

The pure white world that was once cold and desolate yet contained sparks of life is now empty.

It was as if all the ice elemental creatures had evaporated in an instant, or deliberately hidden themselves away.

What about them?
Where have they all gone?
Where is that little guy?

She searched the area she had memorized, but found nothing.

This strange phenomenon made Serghash feel slightly uneasy.

Did she encounter the unknown being the old shaman spoke of?
Just as she was feeling bewildered and uneasy, a vibrant red dot of light burst into this absolutely pure white world.

The accident really happened.

An unknown entity has intruded into this place.

Sergash's mind immediately tensed up. He squatted quietly in place, afraid to move, and then silently prayed.

Can't see me, can't see me...

However, her prayers had no effect. The fiery red light seemed to have spotted her, paused briefly, and then leaped straight toward her.

"Wow, Lord Evil God, please spare me! Lizardmen don't taste good!"

Terrified, Sergash tried to run away, but she had nowhere to hide. She could only watch helplessly as the fiery red light, representing the unknown and danger, drew closer and closer, finally crashing into her consciousness.

The anticipated engulfment did not occur.

The moment they touched, a familiar warmth instantly enveloped her cold consciousness. It felt like suddenly returning from a blizzard-swept wilderness to a cozy cabin with a crackling fire, a sense of peace and security.

Immediately afterwards, she heard a familiar voice filled with doubt.

"Therghash?"

Sergash was completely stunned, his consciousness seemingly frozen, and he subconsciously responded with a blank:
"Eh?"

(End of this chapter)