Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

In an instant, he transformed into clouds and mist, drifting down to the mountainside. The mountain had been carved out, with huge round logs that smelled of decay supporting it.

He looked up and glanced around, realizing that this was not something that could be accomplished by simple human effort.

“Bei Yujian said that this place has what I need, and there are two ‘little guys’ waiting for me to dig out.” He murmured, then turned into clouds and disappeared again, searching the island.

But the entire island was like a dead island; not only were there no survivors who had wandered in, but there wasn't even a single monster to be seen.

"This is really strange..."

In another spot halfway up the mountain, a portable natural gas stove was sizzling with flames, and a pot full of meat was bubbling away, emitting a fragrant aroma.

While waiting for breakfast to cook, I pondered the scope of my next exploration.

The island was unexpectedly large, as if it had been enchanted by a spell similar to "Illusory Mountain"... It was as large as a landmass.

The rice was cooked quickly, but he was too lazy to get a bowl. He poured the stewed meat and its juices from the pot onto the rice, mixed it together, picked up a spoon, and started eating heartily.

Ah, in this cold world, as long as this pot of steaming rice can bring him the greatest comfort and care, warming his stomach and body.

After eating and drinking his fill, he patted his stomach contentedly, packed his things, glanced at the increasingly heavy rain outside, and shook his head slightly. The rain here was too cold; if someone were to be stranded here, the chances of survival were not very high.

He glanced down at his newly bought mechanical watch. It was only 9:30 a.m., but it was as dark as 9:30 p.m. outside.

"It's so dark now, what will it be like here at night? It can't be dawn yet, can it?" he muttered to himself, then turned into mist and left to continue his search.

More and more dilapidated and abandoned houses have appeared on the mountain, and some have even formed villages.

He revealed himself and looked at the pavilion in front of him, which was obviously much more exquisite. He couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the dragon and phoenix images on it.

"Where exactly is this place?" He looked beyond the pavilion and into the distance, where lightning flashed in the dark sky. He watched for a while and then headed in that direction.

That place seems to be right in the center of the island.

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Chapter 210 The Land of Glaciers

On the mountaintop near the center of the island, the Kote River gazes into the distance, where an ancient, weathered castle lies quietly beneath the storm-swept clouds.

"From an ancient perspective, such a large area could be considered a country, right?"

He gazed thoughtfully at the rows of torches moving orderly through the city beneath layers of mist, like city guards on patrol.

He stared intently at it, and when he saw what it was, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

The torchbearers appeared to be warriors wearing rattan armor, demon masks, and carrying bows and swords. However, upon closer inspection, these warriors were all imposing, each over two meters tall, and their eyes glowed with eerie crimson flames. Clearly, they were not human, but demons.

"There are so many Oni warriors patrolling... What kind of place is this?" He was very surprised. After thinking for a while, he looked around and then looked down again.

If there's any secret hidden on the entire island, it's most likely in the city below.

Without further thought, he drew his longsword, took a step forward, and his entire body transformed into mist and dissipated, plummeting straight down over the tall, heavy, and heavily guarded city gate, landing on the eaves of a wooden house.

The entire city had long since "died," desolate and dilapidated, with rows of houses reduced to empty shells, severely decayed.

He looked down and saw that it was an old house from who knows how many years ago, with only a thin layer of paper pasted on the doors and windows.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sound of perfectly synchronized footsteps, accompanied by the heavy clang of clashing weapons, rang out from the side. He turned his head slightly and saw twelve tall, fierce demon warriors carrying torches walking across the empty street beside him, patrolling back and forth like real soldiers.

He then transformed into clouds and flew to a tower, where he stood and gazed upon the entire city.

Demon warriors were scattered throughout the city, patrolling every corner before finally converging on the widest main street and heading towards an open city gate, half-open and embedded in the mountainside, which seemed to be the inner city.

He took a step forward and landed on the main road paved with huge stones, following the group of demon warriors as they entered the massive city gate.

The cave was a hidden world inside, filled with light blue ice crystals, and a frosty white chill was blowing, biting to the bone.

"Boom!"

Two red demons, each over five meters tall, each exerted their strength to push open a city gate, and the giant gate slowly closed.

Kotegawa didn't look back; it was just a door, whether it was closed or not made no difference.

This "inner city," however, is quite interesting.

This inner city is not actually built inside the mountain; the mountain itself has been transformed into a natural wall. The real inner city is located further up the mountain, connected to this place by a wide bridge.

The bridge spanned the bottomless abyss, and the ranks of demon warriors marched without stopping, braving the biting wind, toward the inner city.

Kotegawa, too lazy to walk slowly any longer, vanished in an instant, leaped across the bridge, and stopped in front of yet another city gate.

The third city gate was exceptionally exquisite, with a huge relief carved on the two doors. A queen, as radiant as the sun, stood alone on a high platform, receiving cheers from the people, surrounded by rows of rattan-armored demon warriors holding swords.

Kotegawa looked up at the painting, which seemed to depict the city's former prosperity.

"Queen? Demon Warrior?" He stroked his chin, the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off.

Queen... Demon... Demon... Queen... Demon Queen?!

He was suddenly jolted and looked up abruptly.

On the relief, the queen who stood alone on the high platform suddenly came to life, turned her head, and looked at him coldly.

His scalp instantly blew out.

Damn! This place is the Ghost Queen's kingdom in the human world!

He instinctively turned to leave, but after taking only two steps, he suddenly remembered that it was Bei Yujian who had sent him, not that he had barged in on his own! Moreover... just as the Three Noble Sons do not go to the Ghost Kingdom, the Ghost Queen will not come to the human world.

He stopped in his tracks and muttered to himself, "Right, since He can't come anyway, what am I afraid of? It would be too cowardly of me to just run away like this."

He turned around again, looked up at the queen still glaring at him on the relief, cupped his hands in greeting, pushed open the door, and walked in with an air of nonchalance.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap shook the earth.

Without turning his head, Kotegawa even sped up and rushed into the inner city.

The houses in the inner city were also dilapidated, but they were brightly lit, with torches burning everywhere. The demon warriors who had entered earlier all stood on both sides of the road, standing silently in the cold wind and snow, holding their swords, stretching all the way to the huge palace at the highest point.

It's as if it were a scene from thousands of years ago.

Kotegawa, still haunted by nightmares, walked step by step until he reached the palace.

Directly in front of the palace gate, there was a huge ice crystal. Inside the ice crystal was a handsome young man with beast ears, dressed in white. He was quite similar in appearance to a minor priest.

He circled the ice crystal several times, his face full of suspicion.

Hmm, the fluctuations on this ice crystal seem familiar.

Kitami Takezon assigned his work; could it be that he dug it up?

He frowned, hesitated for a moment, but still opened the Domain of Impermanence and brought the ice crystal into it as well.

He revealed himself to the white-clad youth with beast ears, and their eyes met.

The young man inside the ice crystal's eyes flickered, and his true spirit resonated, uttering a voice: "True King?"

Upon hearing this question, Kotegawa was almost certain that it was indeed one of the "two little guys" that Kitami Takematsu had mentioned earlier.

He was silent for a moment, then raised his fist, gathered all his strength, and slammed it into the ice crystal.

The ice crystals made a cracking sound before shattering.

The white-robed youth with beast ears shivered, but it didn't look like he was cold; rather, his face showed shock: "You actually broke through Lord Bei Yu Jian Zun's divine power so easily! You have quite the nerve!"

Kotegawa grinned and placed his sword against its neck: "What are you doing?"

The white-clad youth with beast ears instantly straightened up and quickly said, "I am the Snow King, the fourth attendant of the Queen. I have been guarding this place on the Queen's orders. Although I rarely leave my residence, I have heard of Your Majesty's great name..."

Kotegawa was taken aback, looking very suspicious: "You...you're the Snow King? The boss here?"

Snow King looked down at the long sword resting against his neck, trying to make his eyes appear more sincere: "No, I am at most a steward. Apart from being resistant to the cold, I am powerless to even kill a chicken."

Kotegawa glanced at it, then sheathed his sword. This guy was pitifully weak, whether he was genuinely weak or just pretending, he was definitely weak.

He frowned and asked, "Bei Yujianzun sent me to this place to find you... to find you all. And who's the other one? Where is he?"

After the sword was removed, the white-robed youth with beast ears relaxed a bit. He shook his head and said, "Lord Bei Yu Jianzun also gave instructions on this matter, and I also have things to do."

"...Do you really have plans for me?" Kotegawa asked slowly. "What?"

The white-robed youth with beast ears looked at him with a slightly sighed expression, his gaze complex: "This is the former kingdom of Her Majesty the Queen. What I must do is lead Lord True King to a place, the place where Her Majesty the Queen attained godhood."

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Chapter 211 The Secret of Divine Order

"Look this way!"

The young man with beast ears and dressed in white, who had just regained his freedom and was now the general guarding this place, was standing below a high platform. He was wearing a red baseball cap, holding a small flag in one hand, and pointing to the side with the other, introducing the place like a tour guide: "Before the Queen became a god, she would inspect her subjects every day on this 'Royal Platform'..."

Its eyes shone with light, filled with reminiscence.

Kotegawa, who no longer shrouded himself in nightmares, stood two meters away, listening and watching silently.

This Snow King is out of his mind.

Instead of taking him to do important business, you insist on showing him around first, starting with the city gate!

He looked at the Snow King, still lost in its memories, and his lips twitched: "Should we go...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the Snow King suddenly turned his back and squatted down, hugging his knees with one hand and drawing circles on the ground with the other. His voice was very low: "After all, it's history now. It's understandable that we're not interested. Yes, outdated people like us should be swept into the dustbin of history..."

A dark aura emanated from it, spreading across the sky like dark clouds.

Kotegawa stared at it silently.

After wallowing in self-pity for a while, Snow King quietly turned to look at him, her eyes filled with expectation.

"To be honest..." he said tactfully, "I really want to beat you up right now. After I'm done, I'll do it myself. Please take me there."

The Snow King, who had been squatting on the ground drawing circles, suddenly stood up, threw down his hat and the flag he had been holding, flicked his sleeves, pointed forward, and said in a calm and gentle voice, "Please follow me..."

It spoke as it hurried forward, as fast as the wind.

Kotegawa felt better, and his grip on the sword loosened.

The Snow King led him into the still magnificent palace, directly through the main hall, into the inner hall, and then up the stairs at a rapid pace, finally rushing into a place of light.

Kotegawa narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly opened them wide and looked around.

Clouds and mist filled the surroundings, with flashes of lightning within them, accompanied by low rumbles of thunder.