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Chapter 126 The Snowy Northern Plains (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
Chu Ning felt a chill run down his spine.

He could tell that it was some kind of lost blood curse, which was strikingly similar to the "Soul Refining Curse" that Tun Yuan had seen in the Blood Refining Hall's secret scrolls in his early years.

The phrase "refining the spirit and stripping away the soul" is exactly the same as the "refining the body of the spirit" that Prince Duan mentioned that day.

He asked in a deep voice, "Where did you learn this spell?"

The old martial artist suddenly turned and ran like a frightened wild dog, shouting as he ran:

"You're here to steal it too, aren't you? Hahahaha! You've all been lying to me, it said it wants to eat... to eat my brain! I can't hide it anymore!"

Chu Ning stood there, silent for a long time. The wind was still howling, but the laughter seemed to be fading into the distance.

……

Night fell quickly.

In the far north, darkness can strike in an instant. It's as if the entire world is shrouded in a thick curtain of snow, blurring the distinction between day and night, leaving only the sound of the wind and a profound, deathly silence.

Chu Ning found a half-hidden crevice in the shady side of the Broken Ridge, just enough to shelter him. He used his Snow-Breaking Blade to pry open the snow, took off his outer garment to seal it, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

He had lost count of how many times he had fallen asleep in the snow.

The snow wall overhead howled in the wind, like the whispers of the dead, sending chills down his spine; yet he was numb to it.

For ten days, he fled, stealthily traversed cliffs and snow-covered forests, engaging in five direct confrontations with his pursuers. Each time, he nearly lost his life.

And each time, at his weakest and closest to collapse, a familiar yet deeply hidden power would quietly emerge.

It was a wisp of remnant soul power, devoid of emotion and sound, but whenever he was on the verge of death, that power was like a hand reaching out from the darkness, pulling him back.

"Swallowing the Abyss".

Chu Ning slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on her palm.

There was nothing there, yet one could almost sense a faint, flickering flame deep within the sea of ​​consciousness.

He immersed his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The dim sea of ​​consciousness was calm and still, as if the entire world had been frozen. The forbidden zone where Devouring Abyss resided remained unchanged, floating silently in the deepest part of the spiritual platform, offering no response.

"You've exhausted yourself these past ten days," Chu Ning whispered. "Now you can finally get some rest."

He sighed, said nothing more, and slowly withdrew his consciousness.

He knew that the soul of the Devouring Abyss was incomplete to begin with, and forcing itself to exert its power would be tantamount to damaging its own essence. Its current slumber could only mean that it had reached its limit.

But he wasn't anxious.

Because he knew that as long as that wisp of remnant soul remained, there was still a chance, and the right to live on.

He looked up at the night sky, where wind and snow blew in through the cracks in the rocks, bringing extreme cold but also a brief moment of clarity.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he took out the black and gold token from his pocket—the Primordial Divine Token.

This token underwent a subtle change after the day it was used to repay the advance payment for the "Primordial Body Refining Method".

The once smooth metal surface now has three extremely fine cracks, as if its destiny is just beginning to take shape.

"Three martial arts techniques can be advanced..."

He ran his fingertips over the token, feeling the "authority" that had been bound somewhere in his body loosen slightly, as if he could forcibly invoke a profound skill he had never learned before, as long as he had a thought.

"But what's the cost?"

He remembered clearly that the last time he received an advance payment for a copy of the "Primordial Body Refining Method," it triggered a "forced compensation" incident that nearly killed him under a lightning tribulation.

“This thing…” Chu Ning murmured, “is probably not as simple as I thought.”

He put the token into his pocket, his expression solemn.

The Devouring Abyss Divine Soul and the Primordial Chaos Divine Token... neither of these two lifelines are under my control.

But if I can't even use these things properly, then I'm not worthy of saying the word 'defying fate'.

He closed his eyes, his mind slowly sinking into the location of the Thunder Bone within his body.

After ten days of arduous training, although his vital energy had not yet fully recovered, his Thunder Bone was beginning to show signs of regeneration. Although his meridians were dry, his blood vessels were now open.

"Top-grade 10th rank...not very strong."

"But it's enough for me to survive in the far north."

He suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint in them.

The distant snowfield was silent, yet he knew that beneath that slumbering expanse lay many eyes that did not belong to this world.

He raised his hand and gently pressed it against the fox head pendant on his chest. It still did not glow.

But he knew it was waiting.

Waiting for a moment that will awaken it.

The next day, the sky was as gray as iron.

Chu Ning's cloak was already torn, and he walked through the snow, his bloodstains mingling with the frost and snow, freezing into stiff scabs.

He was hurrying along the edge of the snowfield north of the border.

The sky and earth are as thin as paper, the wind cuts like a knife, snow-capped mountains and cliffs lie across the way, and the vast wilderness offers no way out.

Behind him, shadowy figures descended from the sky, their murderous aura piercing the snow like needles.

"The Soul Hunting Five Elements Formation is complete, lock it."

A deep, eerie sound suddenly exploded in the snow and mist.

"Buzz!"

The surrounding energy exploded like waves, and five streams of energy rose simultaneously from all four directions, causing the heavens to tremble and the snow-covered ground to collapse.

Obscure array patterns emerged from the void, and the power of the five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—intertwined to form a "Formless Soul Prison" covering an area of ​​several miles.

"It's you again?" Chu Ning stopped abruptly, turned around and looked around, her cold eyes sharp as a blade. "This is the sixth time, isn't it?"

"Aren't you annoyed?"

Before he finished speaking, he tapped his toes and suddenly rose higher into the air.

Lightning exploded beneath his feet, and he leaped like an arrow through the clouds and snow to the top of the broken ridge, overlooking the entire scene.

The Thunder Bone within his body trembled slightly, and the true energy that had been dormant for ten days seemed to finally awaken from its deathly silence, even if only a trace of it.

After ten days of bloody battle with almost no respite, his true energy was as depleted as a desert. It was almost a miracle that he could recover to the upper tenth rank.

But instead of complaining, he gave a cold laugh.

"A top-grade 10th grade... is enough."

"It all depends on whether you are worth me breaking this hurdle."

He gripped the scabbard tightly with his left hand, forcibly gathering the residual lightning and true energy within his body.

He gently raised the Snow-Breaking Blade in his right hand, and the wind and snow swirled around the blade like mist and frost, while a thunderous roar erupted from the blade.

"Awakening of Insects!"

A furious roar, like a sudden clap of thunder in spring, shook the snow-capped mountains.

The next instant, the sword's momentum surged forth.

A streak of lightning transformed into a rainbow and swept out, accompanied by roaring thunder and a deafening rumble, tearing a ten-zhang-long slit in the snow.

"retreat!"

The four head constables' expressions changed drastically, and they retreated hastily.

However, it was too late.

The lightning bolt slashed across, creating a series of sonic booms in the air. The four people were thrown back, their ribs shattered, and blood splattered, splashing into various places in the snow before rolling several feet away before coming to a stop.

"what?"

The remaining figure remained unmoved, his golden robes fluttering, his expression indifferent, and his body not retreating an inch.

He took a step, cracking the snow; his imposing presence was like a mountain, his voice deep and cold.

"He survived ten days; he's incredibly lucky."

That person was none other than "Xuan Yu Left Envoy Qin Cang", personally appointed by Prince Duan as "Headhunter", with a mid-level ninth-rank cultivation level, and wielding the Blood Blade Soul Lock.

He spread his five fingers, and a blood-red giant blade rose from the snow, ferocious as bone, wrapped with runes, like a weapon from hell brought out of a Shura field.

"Chu Ning," he said softly, "do you think you can get out of the border alive?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure blurred, and he pierced through the air like a shadow, leaving behind a blood-red light curtain as he headed straight for Chu Ning.

His true energy swept across the sky, turning the world instantly gray, as if only he and Chu Ning remained on this snowy plain.

(End of this chapter)