"Bing'er, Bing'er, where are you?"
In the vast arctic ice field, a beautiful woman bathed in falling snow stared blankly at the dead snowfield around her.
She looks like a human girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, with long white hair hanging down from the back of her head to her feet, and sky-blue eyes that are ethereal and transparent, as if she can see through everything in the world.
As the best friend of the Ice Emperor and the only true king of the Far North who can match her sister on the Arctic ice plain, the Snow Emperor has exhausted all his means to find the whereabouts of the Ice Emperor these days.
But the Ice Emperor still seemed to have completely disappeared from this world, leaving not even a trace that could be traced. Even the soul calling and search launched by the Snow Emperor with nearly 700,000 years of cultivation seemed like a mud cow drowning in the sea.
"Bing'er, what happened? Why didn't you wait for me..."
Two lines of crystal tears ran down the Snow Emperor's cheeks, and turned into solid ice beads before falling to the ground.
"This is going to be a bad time. I wanted to see you one last time before I said goodbye and help you survive this catastrophe. Bing'er, why did you leave me alone?!"
The Snow Emperor choked with sobs and held up the token that the Ice Emperor had left for her long ago, and the past events that she had known each other for hundreds of thousands of years seemed to reappear before her eyes.
In her long life, the Ice Emperor has become the only person she can be close to, but now, her biggest bond in the world has also disappeared.
The Snow Emperor had given up all hope for the upcoming 700,000-year catastrophe, but when she was at her most desperate, she encountered a snow lotus with a hundred thousand years of cultivation.
With the help of the power of the snow lotus and using it as a guide, the Snow Emperor had the confidence to seal his origin and transform into an adult, breaking the common sense that "soul beasts can only transform into an adult when they break through one hundred thousand years of cultivation".
If you become an adult, even if you are a Ultimate Douluo, your lifespan will only be three to five hundred years, but after all, there is a slim chance of cultivating to become a god. But the door to the God Realm has never been open to soul beasts.
What's more, even if you survive as a strong human being, won't you still have at least three to five hundred years to survive?
No matter how small the hope is, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, it is still better than taking the road of death that is so close in front of you.
In these last moments, the Snow Emperor was most concerned about the Ice Emperor, and hoped to use his last strength to help the Ice Emperor survive the 400,000-year catastrophe. But now it seems that they are indeed separated by yin and yang. .
It seems that the Ice Emperor may have turned into a handful of dust in the latest catastrophe, but what about the Snow Emperor himself?
"I'm sorry, Bing'er, I'm sorry. It's all my fault that I couldn't come to you earlier."
"But why didn't you come to seek my help in the face of the catastrophe? How could I refuse you? You have always been so proud, are you not willing to rely on me in the end?"
The Snow Emperor used nearly 700,000 years of cultivation to create a huge snow pit in the snowfield that was more than thirty meters deep and had destroyed the surface beyond recognition.
She carefully buried the token from the Ice Emperor in her arms, and then the power of driving snow re-buried the hole, burying this memory with the Ice Emperor forever under the thirty-meter-deep snowfield. .
"Goodbye, Bing'er, thank you for always accompanying me, and thank you for the countless beautiful memories you have created with me."
"In my remaining life, which may not exceed five hundred years, I will often think back to the time you and I spent together."
"See you in the next life, Bing'er."
Born in response to the aura of heaven and earth, the Ice Snow Girl let go of her biggest bond with the far north ice field, and her light body floated away.
She was going to use the power of the hundred thousand year old snow lotus to reincarnate and rebuild her life.
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"hiss……"
Huo Yuhao in the library rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, looking a little worried.
"Yuhao, what's wrong? Your mental fluctuations seem a little abnormal?"
In the sea of spirits, Tianmeng Bingsi was worried about Huo Yuhao's sudden abnormal mental fluctuations.
"It's okay, Brother Tianmeng. It's just that the corners of my eyes feel a little sore, and I feel a little uncomfortable for no reason..."
"This feeling is just like...well...just like when my mother left me, my heart seemed to be grabbed by something."
The Ice Emperor also paid great attention to the strangeness of Huo Yuhao's body.
"Yu Hao, could it be that something got into your eyes? Or were there some unknown factors that left hidden dangers when we fused the soul rings and soul bones?"
Huo Yuhao shook his head slightly.
"Spiritual eyes are my original martial soul. I won't know if I am really stimulated. If there are any hidden injuries in my body, I can't hide them from Brother Tianmeng..."
"Forget it, that uncomfortable discomfort has subsided a lot. If it doesn't recur in the future, don't think too much about it."
Huo Yuhao put aside the book he had just read and silently felt the soul power in his body.
Jing Hongchen has never returned since he left the academy in a hurry that day. Huo Yuhao is also happy to have some leisure time and continues to study step by step.
Huo Yuhao, who was once quite eye-catching on campus, has once again become an ordinary member of the students after a holiday. He will no longer attract curious eyes from others, but Huo Yuhao also knows in his heart that such leisurely days may not last long. Yes, every day becomes less and less.
"However, why has there been no feedback on my follow-up processing? Is it possible that I got stuck somewhere?"
Although Huo Yuhao enjoyed his leisure time, this kind of life was good as a break. If the attention and investment training from the higher level were really cut off, then Huo Yuhao would also find it quite difficult.
"How about... I try harder to give Jing Hongchen a whole big job? He can't forget such an important thing as reporting on my situation, right?"
In the depths of the spiritual sea, a gray ball quietly rolled in a circle.
"This little guy Yuhao actually has a weak power of destiny..."
"But why is this fate mixed with two forces that should be mutually exclusive?"
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Shrek City, in a luxurious hotel outside Shrek Academy.
The black marketeer who was reselling soul tools looked at the elegant and noble-looking Shrek student in front of him and said flatteringly:
"Sir, as per your request, I have collected all the soul tools that can be used at your level here. You can choose whatever you like. I suggest you choose this one..."
Wang Dong waved his hand and threw a bag of gold soul coins over.
"Here's the hard-earned money and deposit I promised you. Okay, I'll see if there's a soul guide I like. I don't need you to recommend it to me."
"Okay, okay, you can do it yourself."
Wang Dong frowned and picked out these soul tools one by one, which could not exceed the third level.
However, as he touched the soul tools one by one, Wang Dong's eyebrows frowned even more, and the sadness in his pink-blue eyes could hardly be concealed.
"It's still disgusting. When my body touches these soul guides, it feels like it's touched something dirty..."
Wang Dong's eyes became misty again.
Obviously the soul guide is not an allergen, why, why can't I touch it?
