Immortal Clan: I have a Tree of Creation

Chapter 52 Immortal Battle

No, it wasn't thunder...

The sky remained overcast, with snow falling for miles.

Yet it was still a scene of blizzard, with no sign of rain or thunder.

Zhou Yuanshan suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the swirling snow curtain, looking towards the distant sky.

In an instant, he froze.

His pupils constricted sharply, and he stopped breathing.

The sky, so far away, seemed like a curtain twisted by an immense force.

The wind and snow were stirred up by an invisible force, forming a huge vortex.

At the core of the vortex, a blurry outline looms in and out of sight. What kind of monster is that?

The thing was hidden in the storm, like countless ice and snow storms condensed together, stretching out ferocious giant wings made of ice crystals, constantly stirring up a snowstorm that blotted out the sky.

This is merely the tip of the iceberg of a colossal monster.

A fear stemming from a primal instinct welled up from the depths of Zhou Yuanshan's heart.

It was terrifying; he had never seen anything like it.

But what shocked Zhou Yuanshan even more was yet to come.

A tiny yet dazzling streak of light suddenly appeared in the sky and landed in front of the enormous phantom.

That's... a human figure!

The person was enveloped in a cool, ethereal light, and stood on empty air.

The distance is too far to see clearly.

The only thing that could be seen was the longsword in his hand, which gleamed with spiritual light.

The sword light sometimes condensed like stars, and sometimes transformed into a dragon as long as a ribbon, weaving and colliding between the roaring wind and snow and the enormous ice shadows.

"What...is that?!" Zhou Yuanshan was shocked, and a chill instantly ran from his spine to the top of his head.

The giant ice and snow beast in the distant sky was a terrifying monster beyond imagination.

That sword-wielding figure was actually able to contend with such an existence?

"Father, Father! Come here quickly!" Zhou Yuanshan practically tumbled and crawled off the house and rushed into the main room.

Zhou Chengnan was sitting cross-legged, adjusting his breathing and sensing the circulation of the Qingyuan spiritual energy within his body, when he suddenly opened his eyes upon hearing the sound.

Seeing her son's extremely tense expression and panicked eyes.

His heart sank, and he rushed to the window, following Zhou Yuanshan's trembling finger.

The massive ice shadow and dazzling sword light in the swirling snowstorm instantly came into view.

Zhou Chengnan trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The scene was absolutely breathtaking.

With his knowledge and experience, he could naturally see it.

That is... a cultivator, a high-level cultivator who can ride a sword across the vast ocean!

Flying through the air is a mark of a high-level cultivator, and the sword light bursting in the sky represents a truly powerful figure.

And that blurry giant shadow in the ice and snow was naturally a terrifying existence of the same level.

Zhou Chengnan could see further than his son, but he still couldn't see clearly.

Yet that immense sense of oppression seemed to penetrate the space as if it were a tangible reality.

"Something's not right..." Zhou Chengnan's expression changed drastically, a sense of crisis gripping his heart.

She whirled around, pulling Shan'er down from the window: "Shuzhen, Yu'er! Quick! Get into the cellar!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed to the stove, picked up the bewildered little Yi'er, and wrapped him tightly in his thick fur coat.

Although Wang Shuzhen didn't understand what was going on, her husband had never been so flustered before. Without saying a word, he grabbed several thick cotton quilts from the kang (a heated brick bed).

Zhou Yuanyu also realized what was happening and panicked, following her mother to the cellar entrance in the corner of the kitchen.

Zhou Yuanshan gritted his teeth and helped his mother lift the heavy wooden planks of the cellar door.

"Get down! Quickly!" Zhou Chengnan practically pushed his wife and daughter down the steep wooden ladder.

A chill, mixed with the smell of earth, hit me.

Zhou Yuanshan was the last to jump down, and with great effort, he slammed the cellar door shut, inserted a heavy bolt, and then moved several large stones that had been prepared nearby to hold it in place.

The cellar was pitch black.

The hastily lit oil lamp flickered with a weak flame, illuminating several flustered faces.

Little Yi seemed frightened by the somber atmosphere and clung tightly to his father's neck.

"Chengnan, what happened?" Wang Shuzhen's voice trembled.

"A battle between immortals." Zhou Chengnan uttered the four words with difficulty.

He sat on the cold, muddy ground, holding Yi'er in his arms, his voice low and somber.

"Immortals fighting..." Wang Shuzhen and the children were all bewildered.

There is a distinction between immortals and mortals; those great cultivators are high above and rarely appear in the mortal world.

We've lived in Anshan for so many years, but we've never seen such a breathtaking scene of 'immortals battling it out'.

"That immortal seemed to be fighting a great demon, something that mortals like us could never get involved in."

The image of the giant ice and snow shadow swallowing storms and the sword light of the sword immortal tearing through the sky was still churning in Zhou Chengnan's mind.

The battle between a high-level cultivator and a terrifying behemoth could probably kill countless mortals with just a few shockwaves.

Now, all these ordinary people can do is hide in the cellar.

Hopefully, my luck won't be that bad...

What the Zhou family didn't know was...

The "battle of immortals" outside only appeared for a moment before disappearing into the sky.

Then, the relentless blizzard went completely berserk, and the extreme cold storm raged wildly.

A chill that penetrates to the bone spreads in all directions.

The already frigid weather was further exacerbated by a sudden drop in temperature.

Jinyang Village, Anshan County, and several areas in northern Liangguo have entered a period of deep cold.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

The cellar was relatively warm, but as time went on, the chill gradually crept in.

"Dad, why is it getting cold..." Yu'er muttered.

It's cold, really cold.

Every second grew colder, like a prolonged torture.

Everyone's hands and feet were numb with cold, and their breath quickly condensed into frost in the dim light of the oil lamp, hanging on their eyebrows and temples.

Yi'er's small body trembled incessantly in her father's arms.

Zhou Chengnan quickly hugged the children and his wife into his arms.

As spiritual energy circulated and protected his body, the temperature instantly rose significantly.

At this point, there was no time to worry about the consumption of spiritual energy.

Zhou Chengnan's heart sank to the bottom.

With his strength, resisting a bit of cold is relatively easy, but if a bigger change occurs, he probably won't be able to do much more.

Such terrifying extreme cold must be related to the giant beast from earlier.

Jin Yang Village has over a hundred households, but not every family has a martial artist.

If the temperature continues to drop like this, people will freeze to death very soon.

It's not just Jinyang Village; the entire Anshan County and even a wider area of people... will likely be hard-pressed to escape unscathed.

This was the first time Zhou Chengnan had experienced this feeling of powerlessness, and even a hint of despair.

There are countless people in the world who seem to live in peace and tranquility.

But only when you actually encounter it do you realize that ordinary people have absolutely no chance of fighting back when facing natural disasters, or even immortals or demons.

No, not even a tiny bit of power.

The weak can only wait to die; their fate is in the hands of those supreme beings.

Zhou Chengnan was in extreme agony.

He vowed that one day he would ensure his family would never again be plunged into such unknown fear.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe half an hour.

The faint tremors coming from the outside world finally subsided.

The biting cold that had seeped in seemed to gradually subside.

After a long while, the surroundings became completely quiet.

Even the sound of the wind has disappeared.

After waiting for a long time.

Zhou Chengnan carefully moved the doorstop aside and listened intently.

Outside... it really does seem quiet now.