Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

White vapor rises and ice crystals condense.

At first, only a thin layer of ice appeared on the surface of the lake, but Lin Wan's soul power surged out wildly as if it were free, pouring into the domain.

The icy blue light grew even more dazzling.

The thin ice thickened, spread, and seeped downwards.

One foot, two feet, three feet...

Three breaths later, starting from the platform where Lin Wan was standing, an ice-blue passage about three feet wide and five feet thick stretched rapidly forward across the blood lake, as if by divine intervention.

On both sides of the passage, the blood lake continued to churn and boil, its scorching heat constantly eroding the ice surface.

The surface of the ice layer is constantly melting, but it refreezes at an even faster rate.

Lin Wan stepped forward.

The first step is to land on the ice track.

A solid sensation came from beneath my feet; the ice surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the dark red light and shadow of the blood mist above and the blood lake below.

He continued forward.

The pace was slow, but steady.

With each step, the ice path ahead extended forward by one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

The ice path behind him began to slowly melt and collapse after he had walked three zhang (approximately 10 meters), turning back into blood and merging into the lake.

This is the ultimate test of controlling and consuming soul power.

They had to maintain the extension and sturdiness of the ice path in front, withstand the continuous erosion of the blood lake's high temperature, and also be distracted by controlling the dissipation rate of the ice path behind to avoid wasting soul power.

An ordinary Soul Master would probably not last more than a hundred feet under such exertion.

But Lin Wan is different.

The inheritance from the Arctic Ice God brings not only an understanding of ice-based rules, but also absolute control over the power of cold and an almost limitless affinity for soul power.

The soul power within him was like a bottomless, icy pool, flowing endlessly.

Chapter 363 Using a hen to lay eggs

Lin Wan walked steadily forward on the ice track.

One hundred zhang, two hundred zhang, three hundred zhang...

Above the Blood Lake, a solitary figure in icy blue walked forward.

On both sides were churning seas of blood, above was a pervasive blood mist, and underfoot was an icy path carved out from the sea of ​​blood.

Lin Wan walked across the icy plain towards the finish line.

The last ten steps, five steps, three steps

He leaped into the air, like a bird breaking free from its cage, and plunged into the oval-shaped white light curtain.

light.

Pure white light.

Lin Wan felt as if she had passed through a curtain of water, her body light and weightless.

All around was a white void.

There is no up or down, no left or right, no front or back.

There was only endless white.

The domain automatically retracted into the body, the soul power subsided, and even the sense of physical presence became blurred.

The only thing that is clear is perception.

Icy.

A chilling cold, penetrating to the bone and freezing to the soul, was converging on his body from all directions.

It wasn't the coldness of temperature, but the coldness of rules.

The rules of killing.

Pure, primal, and unadulterated killing intent surged into his body like a tidal wave.

Each surge of energy caused Lin Wan's body to tremble slightly.

He could feel the nascent fairytale deity within his heart trembling slightly.

It wasn't resistance, but rather... a longing.

Like parched earth yearning for rain, this divine essence, which had absorbed the rules of the Ice God and was still in its early stages of development, was instinctively drawn to the pure killing rules before it.

The icy aura flowed along the meridians, invading the limbs and bones, and finally converged at the Tanzhong acupoint in the chest.

That place is where the nascent form of divinity resides.

There was no conflict at the moment the rules of killing came into contact with the rules of the Ice God.

On the contrary, under the all-encompassing nature of the fairy tale deity, the two completely different rules began to slowly merge.

The constancy of ice, the sharpness of slaughter.

The two qualities intertwined and merged within the divine core, causing the nascent divine core, which was originally just a faint phantom, to begin to solidify and its outline to gradually become clear.

During this process, Lin Wan's consciousness gradually became blurred.

That chill affected not only the body, but also the soul.

Consciousness is like a frozen lake; thinking becomes sluggish and memories become blurred.

The last remaining sensation was that he was lying in a pure white space, enveloped by the cold rules of slaughter.

The divine nature is growing.

The field is taking shape.

And he is fast asleep.

I don't know how much time passed.

It may be a moment, or it may be eternity.

Lin Wan felt the icy coldness enveloping her begin to fade.

Like the receding tide, it slowly retreats.

Perceptual return.

The first thing to be restored is the sense of touch.

Beneath me lay hard, cold rock, and a faint smell, a mixture of sulfur and blood, lingered around my nose—the scent of the outside world.

Then, hearing.

The wind was very faint, but it was definitely there.

Finally, the visual aspect.

Lin Wan slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was a dim sky.

He was lying on a barren, rocky ground, with rough, dark brown sand beneath him, and the outline of rolling hills in the distance.

This is not a killing capital.

It's not a road to hell.

He sat up and looked around.

It was desolate and deathly silent, with a faint aura of killing permeating the air, though much thinner than in Hell Road.

Raise your hand and make a fist.

The power surged within him, stronger than before he entered the Hell Road.

Lin Wan's thoughts stirred slightly.

hum.

A faint, almost imperceptible white halo spread out from him.

But within the area enveloped by this halo, the air temperature plummeted, and a cold, sharp, and chilling killing intent permeated the air.

This is the domain of the God of Slaughter.

……

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy, in the Dean's office.

The dim glow of the oil lamp barely dispelled the gloom in the room, illuminating the two desks placed opposite each other in a half-light, half-dark manner.

The air was filled with the smell of wood and ink, and the night outside the window was deep.

Yu Xiaogang sat opposite Flander, with several sheets of scrap paper covered in writing spread out in front of him, his brows furrowed.

Flander leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table. Behind his signature black-rimmed glasses, his eyes, which usually held a sharp, calculating look, now held a rare heaviness.

“This can’t go on any longer, Flander.”

Yu Xiaogang broke the silence, his voice deep and firm. He pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the flickering flame of the oil lamp.

“You should have seen this match against Team Tiandou very clearly.” He paused, then tapped his fingertips heavily on the table.

“Our students, Dai Mubai, Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing, Lin An… each of them is no less talented than the kids in the Heaven Dou Team, and in fact, they are even better in terms of fighting spirit and adaptability.”

Flander's fingers, which had been tapping the table, stopped. He sat up straight, his small eyes gleaming. "Xiao Gang, you mean..."

"What I mean is, our Shrek Academy is wasting their talent." Yu Xiaogang's tone was resolute, with an almost heartbreaking sharpness.

"Look at the configuration of the Heaven Dou Team: a top-notch simulated training environment, an ample supply of medicinal herbs, systematic tactical guidance, and sparring partners at the Soul Emperor or even Soul Saint level who can be called upon at any time... Even the clothes they wear and the soul tools they use are not ordinary items."

His gaze swept across the dilapidated outline of the school buildings outside the window, and his voice deepened: "And what do we have? A few drafty wooden huts, a rutted playground, and even the most basic weight training equipment has to be made on credit by Zhao Wuji at the blacksmith's shop! Flander, you and I both know that for a Soul Master to grow, especially at this golden age of laying the foundation, resources, environment, and guidance are all indispensable!"

Flander's facial muscles twitched; Yu Xiaogang's words pierced his heart like needles.

How could he not know all this? Every time he saw Dai Mubai and the others' cultivation progress slow down due to a lack of resources, he, as the dean, felt more distressed than anyone else.