Chapter 1189: Snow Emperor

"Lord Siming is joking, I'm just a junior, how could I have any clues about the Four Ancient Immortals?" Lu Yang slowly retreated, calculating escape routes.

The gap between the Tribulation Transcendence stage and immortals cannot be bridged by any means; he could crush Yang Hengdong, and Siming could crush him.

"Oh, you know me?" Siming looked at Lu Yang with interest; the Celestial Emperor of the Central Heaven and he alike were figures from three hundred thousand years ago, their images long vanished in the river of history, so cultivators nowadays should not recognize him.

That's not right either; the Demon-Subduing God Monarch and the Demon-Eradicating God Monarch fell in the Osmanthus Immortal Palace, and the high ranks of Daxia already knew his and the Celestial Emperor's appearance.

"Are you Lu Yang? Judging by your appearance, your status in Daxia is higher than I imagined."

Siming smiled; whether this junior knew about the news of the Four Ancient Immortals or not, capturing him would make everything clear.

He tapped the skull staff, and a bone hand protruded from one side of the staff, its five fingers clenching and unclenching as if just waking up.

Lu Yang swung a sword, leaving only a white mark on the bone palm, unable to slow the bone hand's attack.

"Little Yangzi, let this immortal try."

The Immortal of No Death directly seized control of Lu Yang's body.

The Immortal of No Death controlled Lu Yang's body, lightly tapping with his toes in midair, just enough to let the bone hand lunge empty.

"Oh, indeed there's some skill." Siming raised an eyebrow; logically, Lu Yang should not have been able to dodge this strike, or rather, no one in the Tribulation Transcendence stage should have been able to.

Coincidence?

Doesn't matter.

A mere Tribulation Transcendence cultivator is not worth his thought; what is his status? He presides over sacrifices in the Great Qian Dynasty, and the divine fruit prototype condensed by the god monarch through faith power passes through his hands, producing how many half-immortals—so much so that one word from him can decide the life and death of Tribulation Transcendence cultivators.

Siming threw the bone staff, which, meeting the wind, turned into a skeleton: "Go seize him and bring him back."

As Siming gave the order, two clusters of ghostly green fire appeared in the skeleton's eye sockets—this was his natal magic artifact refined from his own bones, equivalent to his avatar, possessing many divine abilities and techniques.

The skeleton split into two hundred and six bones, separating and drifting in midair.

Immediately afterward, the bones rearranged in another way, forming a cage to trap Lu Yang.

The Immortal of No Death does not use swords; wielding the Azure Edge Sword as a hammer, he smashed hard against the cage, shaking his arms numb.

Siming curled his finger, recalling the cage.

This is his natal magic treasure; Tribulation Transcendence cultivators cannot possibly escape from it.

Immediately afterward, a great explosion occurred inside the cage; after the explosion vanished, Lu Yang appeared outside the cage.

Siming frowned; Lu Yang's actions once again exceeded his expectations.

"Is it a move like the Great Demonic Disintegration Dharma—self-destruction, then recondensing in another space?"

"Somewhat interesting; I'd like to see how many times you can use this move."

Then the cage trapped Lu Yang, self-destructed and escaped, the cage trapped Lu Yang, self-destructed and escaped, the cage trapped Lu Yang, self-destructed and escaped...

Siming's eye twitched; he could barely keep his composure.

Can the Great Demonic Disintegration Dharma be used consecutively?

Or did I guess wrong—this isn't a spell, but a divine fruit prototype?

No, if it were a divine fruit prototype, at most it would be self-destructing part of the body—how could the whole body self-destruct without interruption?

If it were a divine fruit, it would be even more absurd—this junior is only at the Tribulation Transcendence peak, or perhaps temporarily fluctuated to this stage; where would he get a divine fruit?

"Little Yangzi, see? Self-destruction isn't just for attack; escaping is also very useful." The Immortal of No Death still had leisure to describe the blueprint of the Immortal Lineage to Lu Yang.

Siming pointed with his index finger, making a "×" sign; two ribs of the skeleton flew from Lu Yang's left and right sides, piercing him, the ribs carrying spatial power, like two nails, nailing Lu Yang firmly in this space!

The hearts of the citizens of Moxue City rose to their throats; they thought resolving the Yang Hengdong matter would end it, but who could have imagined an even more terrifying existence descending!

The various city lords who came flying to watch regretted deeply; from Siming's leisurely stroll, his cultivation absolutely crushed Yang Hengdong and Lu Yang.

In other words, this is an immortal!

If the immortal gets serious, a flick of his finger could level a thousand-mile radius to flat ground; though they are high and mighty Mahayana cultivators, before an immortal they are no different from mortals!

At the Tiger Roar Martial Hall, Snow Tenth Floor sat with eyes closed in meditation, flashes of scenes from his past flickering in his mind—learning the sword since childhood, standing post in the snow, gaining some fame, personality integration, bloodline awakening, shining brilliantly in the extreme north, and again receiving guidance from Daoist Lu, learning the rake and iron shovel techniques.

Everything that happened had a reason; his experiences must contain some meaning.

Daoist Lu is skilled at using the iron shovel to bury people; it seems he has done this many times.

In other words, being a sword cultivator means acting covertly, killing without a trace?

Going further, it means the sword emerges without self, one sword seals the throat!

The rake technique contains the mystery of one sword becoming ten thousand swords and ten thousand swords returning to the sect, unified.

Indeed, the nail rake is actually a kind of sword.

Snow Tenth Floor threw his sword aside, picked up the nail rake; at this moment, the nine teeth on the nail rake were no longer nine teeth, but nine swords!

Meng Jingzhou occasionally looked up at Lu Yang above, then occasionally turned his head to look at the muttering Snow Tenth Floor beside him, feeling his eyes were not enough.

Snow Tenth Floor seemed to share a heart with the nail rake; numerous apparitions appeared around him, in which tiny figures wielded swords demonstrating different sword techniques, then the tiny figures merged one after another into the nail rake, becoming a sword technique unique to Snow Tenth Floor.

"This is what I created... the Iron Rake Sword Technique!"

"The Iron Rake Sword Technique rarely shows itself; once it appears in the world, it must end in death!"

Snow Tenth Floor did not need to verify the power of the sword technique he created; the moment the sword technique was created, the third trial of the Snow Emperor's bloodline automatically passed!

This is the best proof!

"I will fulfill my wish!" Snow Tenth Floor said; completing the three trials of the Snow Emperor's bloodline can let the Snow Emperor fulfill any wish.

This is the only way to save Daoist Lu!

Space twisted; a white-robed old man with white hair and beard stepped out.

With each breath of the white-bearded old man, the entire extreme north seemed to breathe; his thoughts directed the thoughts of the extreme north.

He is the existence that exists only in legends of the extreme north, whom no one has ever seen—the Snow Emperor!

The white-bearded old man's expression was solemn, self-assertive without anger; accompanying his appearance, besides Snow Tenth Floor, no one knew who this white-bearded old man was, yet they held their breath, not daring to even gasp.

It seemed that before this white-bearded old man, legends were an act of offending heavenly might!

"You completed the three trials?" The Snow Emperor spoke, exhaling cold air, the air itself freezing.

"Junior Snow Ten Tower pays respects to the Snow Emperor!" Snow Ten Tower knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"What, he's the Snow Emperor!" Murong Daya, a cultivator born and raised in the Jibei, had of course heard the legend of the Snow Emperor, and he never expected that this suddenly appearing supreme expert was the Snow Emperor!

So the Snow Emperor truly exists?

"Not bad, there hasn't been a qualified candidate in eighty thousand years." The Snow Emperor's expression remained unchanged, but from his tone one could hear his high regard for Snow Ten Tower.

"From now on, you shall be the new Snow Emperor. You have passed the three trials; according to the rules, I can grant you one wish. What is your wish?"

Upon hearing this, Snow Ten Tower excitedly pointed at the sky where Lu Yang was pierced by ribs.

"I want to save him!"

The Snow Emperor raised his head, coldly gazing at the youth in ancient sacrificial attire, his expression tightening, his eyes deep, as if an omniscient and omnipotent being who perceives all things.

He slowly spoke, with an undeniable tone.

"Immortal, I cannot defeat him."