Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 868

The ice pool in the rear hall of the temple completely collapsed under the continuous shaking, and spider-web-like cracks spread rapidly from the center to the surrounding areas, making a creepy shattering sound.

As the last giant ice crystal fell to the ground with a loud bang, the mysterious existence that had been frozen for thousands of years finally revealed its true appearance - a female divine skeleton that was several times taller than an ordinary person stood majestically in the center of the ice pool, exuding a breathtaking aura of oppression.

The moment the ice melted, the temperature in the entire back hall plummeted, and the biting cold made everyone's breathing stagnate.

The white air exhaled by the scholars condensed into fine ice crystals in the air, floating down like the first snow in winter, forming a thin layer of frost on the ground.

Safra's body remained in a solemn half-kneeling posture, like an ice sculpture frozen in eternity.

Her long silver hair was like the never-melting frost and snow in the polar regions. Every strand was dotted with glittering ice crystals, glowing with a dreamy gleam in the dim light.

The god's skin was a translucent ice-blue hue, through which faint blue energy could be vaguely seen flowing, like a galaxy slowly surging within his body.

The most shocking thing was the penetrating crack on her chest, with hideous jagged edges, as if it had been violently torn apart by some indescribable force.

Deep within the crack, a faint blue light pulsated regularly as if it had life. Every flash caused tiny ripples in the surrounding air, even distorting the light.

“How is it possible that the fluctuations of divinity are still active?” an old scholar said hoarsely, his wrinkled face distorted with shock.

He staggered back two steps, his trembling hands no longer able to hold the recording board. With a crisp "click", the heavy oak board fell to the stone floor, and the parchment scrolls scattered all over the ground.

The air was filled with a suffocating pressure, and the ancient and pure divine power was reverberating in the hall as if it were real.

Everyone's skin was covered with goose bumps, and the hair on the back of their neck stood up, as if countless cold ants were crawling on their backs.

Several young apprentices had turned pale and their legs were shaking uncontrollably.

In this chaos, Perfecto was like a lone boat swimming upstream, taking firm steps forward.

Amid the horrified gazes of the crowd, she raised her hand and touched the ice shell that was emitting blue light.

The moment of contact, the sound of "crackling" of ice could be clearly heard, and a layer of crystal white frost quickly spread along her fingertips like a living thing, covering her entire forearm in a blink of an eye.

"Hiss——" She took a deep breath and her pale lips lost their color in an instant.

But those strange-colored eyes remained firm, staring intently into the depths of the ice.

Through the translucent ice wall, she could feel the surging divine power within it - it was not ordinary coldness, but the power of pure laws from ancient times.

The biting cold flowed through the blood vessels, every drop of blood was solidifying, and every heartbeat became extremely heavy, as if what was beating in the chest was not the heart, but a piece of ice that was gradually freezing.

"This is no ordinary ice." Perfectot's voice was frozen into pieces, and every word was squeezed out from his lips wrapped in white frost.

The condensed mist in front of her instantly turned into tiny ice crystals in the low temperature and fell down: "This is the embodiment of divine power. It is the eternal cage that Safra built with her final will."

"Melt it immediately!" Perfect shouted suddenly, and violently pulled his frozen arm away from the ice.

The alchemists followed the order, and twelve technicians in protective clothing simultaneously poured the specially made ice-melting agent onto the edge of the ice pool. The moment the agent touched the ice, a piercing hissing sound echoed through the back hall, and thick steam rose into the air like a volcanic eruption.

In the fierce confrontation between divinity and alchemy, the thick ice layer melted and retreated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Crack--" A crisp sound of ice cracking was like a thunderous explosion.

Safra's frosted eyelids trembled slightly, then slowly opened.

What appeared before everyone was a pair of terrifying eyes - no pupils, no whites of the eyes, only two balls of cold blue flames dancing in the empty eye sockets, like will-o'-the-wisp fire from the underworld.

In an instant, the majestic divine power swept through the entire temple like a tsunami.

The scholars closest to the scene immediately knelt on the ground, blood oozing from their clenched teeth, spreading a glaring red on the stone slabs.

However, Perfecto stood still, her head held high and her sharp gaze pierced through the roiling steam, piercing the god who should have fallen in ancient times.

There was no trace of fear between her frosted brows, only a burning desire for knowledge and an uncompromising determination.

"Mortal, why do you disturb the eternal sleep?" The whisper of the god exploded directly in everyone's mind. The voice was as piercing as ten thousand years of ice, and it also had a kind of soul-stirring etherealness.

Perfect looked directly into those terrifying eyes, and the alchemical device was running at full power to resist the divine power: "I need to know the truth about Shirahoshi."

Safra's body suddenly trembled violently, and the crack on her chest burst into a dazzling blue light. "It's not a star, it's a devourer."

Following the intermittent oracles, a large number of memory fragments poured into Perfecto's consciousness like a torrent -

She saw the White Star tearing through the sky and descending, and the gods gathered to fight; she saw the sun god Rahmat turning against him at a critical moment; she saw the winter goddess Hecate freezing herself; she saw Safra trying to freeze the entire world to slow down the erosion of the White Star, but was eventually backfired.
"Rahmat. He is still alive?" Perfect asked, enduring the severe pain brought by the shock of memory.

Safra's divine power suddenly went out of control: "He has become a puppet."

Before he finished speaking, the entire ice pool shook violently, and the meteorite star map on the dome burst into a dazzling white light!

"It seems that we have touched the nerves of a certain 'god'." Perfect sneered.

When the white light condensed into a destructive beam and shot straight down, Befa had already leaped up, and the force field barrier with his arms spread out collided with the divine power, causing a deafening roar.

"Rahmat." Perfect looked up at the distorted star map on the dome, his eyes as cold as a blade. "Since you are here, why hide?"

The meteorite star map twisted and deformed like melted wax, and a figure burning with golden flames slowly emerged - it was the sun god Rahmat, but His originally dazzling body was now covered with spider-web-like cracks, and the dazzling golden light was mixed with a morbid paleness, like a rotten wood that had been eaten away.

"Mortal, you are overstepping your authority." The god's voice was like boiling lava. The temperature in the temple soared instantly, and the remaining ice melted and evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Perfect stood still, the protective shield of the alchemical device sizzling in the high temperature. "Overstepping? No, I'm only here to end this ridiculous war."

She raised her hand and waved it violently: "Befa, kill him!"

(End of this chapter)