Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 118 The Ruler of the Far North, the Snow Empress

Faced with this attack, which was the pinnacle of human skill and had already touched the threshold of demigodhood, the eternal frost on the Snow Empress's beautiful face finally melted, replaced by an indifference that transcended all things.

She was no longer a soul beast, or even an individual.

She tilted her head slightly, and the sword of judgment was reflected in her icy blue eyes, as if she were looking down at him.

Her lips parted slightly, her voice ethereal yet resonant.

"I am the far north, and the far north is me."

In an instant, the entire far north, with its hundreds of millions of miles of glaciers and snowfields, seemed to come "alive."

An invisible, boundless will of heaven and earth, from beneath the deepest ice layers, from the peaks of the most majestic snow-capped mountains, and from every falling snowflake, frantically converged upon the seemingly insignificant body of the Snow Emperor.

"Om-"

A deep, rumbling sound, like the movement of continental plates, arose.

The aura surrounding Xue Di rose wildly at an illogical speed, instantly breaking through the limits and surpassing the scope of Limit Douluo, stepping into a mysterious realm—demigod.

Her silver hair danced wildly without wind, each strand flowing with an icy blue divine radiance.

Beneath her feet was no longer the shattered earth, but a frozen, crystalline divine kingdom that seemed to reflect the eternal starry sky.

The "Emperor Sword: Ice Supreme" in her hand, formed from the ultimate ice, remained unchanged in form, but the "Tao" and "principle" it contained underwent a qualitative leap.

The sword blade is no longer made of ice crystals; rather, it is as if a segment of the concept of "absolute zero" has been cut off. At the edge of the blade, space is not cut off, but is directly "frozen" into a state of nothingness and stillness.

She moved.

Without dodging or using any fancy moves, he simply and gently handed the Emperor's Sword in his hand to the golden giant sword that judged heaven and earth.

"Qiang——!"

This time, it was an incredibly clear sound of metal clashing, yet it far surpassed the realm of any ordinary metal collision.

It was a head-on collision of two completely different "laws," the ultimate clash between "judgment" and "ice and snow."

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The golden and icy blue light frantically eroded and annihilated each other at their intersection.

The golden holy light of judgment attempted to completely purify and evaporate the icy blue sword intent, but the icy blue sword intent was like the most stubborn ancient ice, forcibly freezing and solidifying all energy, rules, and even "movement" itself that approached.

“Crack…Crack…”

A faint, teeth-grinding sound rang out.

It didn't come from the ice sword, but from that seemingly indestructible golden greatsword.

From the point where the sword tip touched the Emperor Sword, fine, spiderweb-like ice cracks slowly but steadily spread across the entire sword.

The power of judgment is frozen and disintegrated by the concept of extreme cold.

For the first time, an expression of disbelief and horror appeared on Qian Daoliu's face, which was now one with his Martial Soul True Body.

He could feel that his connection with his ninth soul skill was being forcibly severed and frozen by a higher-level force.

"Impossible! The power of heaven and earth... can actually be so strong?!"

He roared inwardly, frantically urging his remaining strength in an attempt to reverse the tide.

However, Xue Di did not give him any chance.

At the very moment that Ice Extreme Warrior withstood the final judgment and gradually froze and shattered it, her figure blurred for a moment.

In the next instant, she seemed to break through the limitations of space and time, appearing out of thin air in front of Qian Daoliu's enormous six-winged angel form. At this moment, Xue Di's height remained unchanged, but in Qian Daoliu's perception, she seemed to stand tall and vast, as boundless as the entire far north.

She slowly raised her slender hand. No light leaked from her palm; all the coldness and all the will were compressed to the extreme and concentrated on her fair palm.

The surrounding light began to distort and dim, as if even the light itself was being swallowed and frozen by that palm.

The sky darkened again, not because of the clouds, but because the temperature in that area had dropped to a terrifying level that would affect the propagation of light.

"Emperor's Palm—"

Xue Di's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion, like an ancient, frigid wind.

"No snow during the Great Cold".

Clap it with one palm.

Silently.

But when this palm print landed on the dazzling chest of the six-winged angel's true form—

"Boom!!!"

An indescribable, circular shockwave of absolute zero spread out instantly from the palm print.

Wherever it passed, space was completely frozen, presenting a strange, black, solidified state like tarnished crystal.

The shockwave swept across the land below, instantly smoothing out the permafrost and glaciers that had been churned and shattered by the earthquake, turning them into an absolute ice field that was as smooth as a mirror and harder than steel, reaching a depth of several thousand meters.

The six-winged angel, which was the first to be hit, lost all its color and light from the moment it was struck, turning into a deathly gray-white.

"Snap!!!!!!!!!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, as if the entire skeleton of the far north was wailing.

Qian Daoliu's Martial Soul True Body, that enormous body symbolizing the glory and power of angels, burst open like an ice sculpture thrown into a steel furnace, with countless gray-white cracks erupting from within, before exploding with a deafening roar.

It wasn't an energy explosion, but a complete "freeze-shattering".

The enormous golden fragments quickly turned to dust and vanished without a trace as they were thrown into the air.

With his Martial Soul True Body shattered, Qian Daoliu's true form plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string, his entire body shrouded in an ominous, deathly gray frost.

"puff--"

He crashed heavily onto the newly formed ice field, creating a deep crater.

He struggled to stand up, but his body made a sickening "crunching" sound.

He looked down at his body, his eyes filled with pain and a hint of...mockery.

His once gentle and refined, middle-aged gentlemanly appearance was rapidly peeling away and disappearing like a faded mural.

The skin became dry and ashen, revealing the dark red muscle fibers underneath, which looked as if they had been forcibly sewn together, and in some places even the bare white bones were exposed.

Those eyes, which once held wisdom and majesty, were now only crimson.

His mouth parted, revealing sharp, inhuman fangs.

After its power was exhausted and it suffered severe damage, the ferocious body of the Nirvana Corpse could no longer maintain its false appearance and was completely exposed to the extreme north and to the cold gaze of the Snow Emperor.

He lay in the ice pit, his breath extremely weak. His Martial Soul True Body had been forcibly shattered, and the resulting backlash had almost destroyed all his vitality.

For an ordinary creature, this would be a certain death.

(End of this chapter)