I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

"Young friend Qin, you already have five tokens, making you a big winner. Why not give up this token and exchange it for one of the other two?"

Qin Yuan looked at him.

"Give it up? Give it up to whom?"

The white-haired old man remained silent.

Jian Wufeng said, "Whoever gets it, keeps it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed forward and charged straight at the black sword!

The white-haired old man snorted coldly and slapped the book "The Scripture of Ice and Fire" with his palm!

Liu Ruoxi hesitated for a moment, then rushed toward the token!

The rogue cultivator then rushed towards the skeleton itself—the skeleton itself was also a priceless treasure!

Qin Yuan did not move.

He looked at Liu Ruoxi rushing towards the token and suddenly spoke.

Stop.

Liu Ruoxi paused and turned to look at him.

Qin Yuan raised his hand, and five tokens flew out, transforming into a light screen that blocked her way.

"The token is yours."

Liu Ruoxi was stunned.

"You...you don't want it?"

Qin Yuan shook his head.

"I have five, that's enough."

He looked at the black sword.

Jian Wufeng had already rushed in front of the black sword and reached out to grab it!

The moment his fingers touched the hilt, the black sword suddenly trembled violently and emitted a deafening sword cry!

Jian Wufeng's expression changed. He tried to let go, but found that his hand was firmly stuck to the hilt of the sword!

Countless black sword intents surged from the black sword, rushing wildly into his body!

Jian Wufeng screamed in agony as he was swallowed up by the black sword!

The next second, he was thrown back and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out blood!

The black sword hovered silently in its place, radiating an even sharper sword intent.

Qin Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

This sword has a spirit.

Moreover, the conditions for recognizing a master are extremely stringent.

Jian Wufeng failed.

He looked at the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man also failed. The "Scripture of the Two Extremes of Ice and Fire" transformed into a stream of light, struggling in his hand before finally breaking free and flying away, hovering again in front of the skeleton.

Liu Ruoxi, on the other hand, obtained the token smoothly. The token offered no resistance and lay quietly in her palm.

Qin Yuan seemed to be deep in thought.

He stepped forward and walked toward the black sword.

Jian Wufeng lay on the ground, his face deathly pale. When he saw him approaching, he sneered.

"You can't either. This sword has a spirit; only a genius in swordsmanship can recognize it as his master."

Qin Yuan ignored him.

He walked up to the black sword and extended his hand.

He gripped the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, countless sword intents surged into his body!

The lingering resentment of the sword intent from that day resonated with a thunderous roar at this moment!

The black sword trembled violently and emitted a joyful sword cry!

Qin Yuan closed his eyes, feeling the immense sword intent.

This sword is named "Xingtian".

It is one of the swords of the God of War, Xing.

Although it is broken, it still contains a sharpness that can cleave the sky.

The Heavenly Punishment Sword Intent within him is the sword intent inherited from the Xingtian Sword.

No wonder, only he could wield this sword.

He opened his eyes, gripped the Xingtian Sword, and turned to look at the crowd.

Everyone was stunned.

Jian Wufeng lay on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You...how could you..."

Qin Yuan did not answer.

He sheathed the Xingtian Sword and walked toward the book "The Scripture of Ice and Fire".

Reach out.

The scriptures fell into his hands, and he became as docile as a lamb.

The white-haired old man gave a bitter smile.

"Enough, enough. Young man, you are blessed with good fortune; you cannot win against this."

Qin Yuan put away the scriptures and looked at Liu Ruoxi.

"Did you get the token?"

Liu Ruoxi nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Qin."

Qin Yuan shook his head.

"Each takes what they need."

He looked at the skeleton.

The skeleton remained seated cross-legged, but two flames seemed to flicker in its eye sockets.

Suddenly, an old voice rang out in the palace.

"For the first time in ten thousand years, someone has finally gained the recognition of both the Xingtian Sword and the Ice and Fire Scripture."

The flames within the skeleton's eye sockets grew ever brighter.

"Young man, what's your name?"

Qin Yuan clasped his hands in a salute.

"Junior Qin Yuan."

"Qin Yuan..." the voice murmured repeatedly, "Very well. Now that you have obtained my relics, you are entitled to know my identity."

"I am the Ice and Fire Taoist."

"Ten thousand years ago, I fought alongside the God of War, Xing, to resist the invasion of the alien demons."

"In that battle, Xing perished, and I was severely wounded, eventually passing away here."

"I left this Ice and Fire Temple to await a destined person to entrust my legacy and Xing's relics to future generations."

The voice paused.

"You possess both the token of Xing and the approval of the Xingtian Sword, which means you are Xing's chosen one. I trust you."

"Take all three of these things."

"The token will help you unlock the Nine Heavens Palace. The Xingtian Sword will help you slay the demons. My 'Ice and Fire Dual-Pole Scripture' will help you fuse the power of ice and fire, and advance your cultivation to a higher level."

"I only hope that if you ever ascend to the upper realm, you can kill a few more demons for me and Xing."

The sound gradually faded away.

The flames in the skeleton's eye sockets gradually died out.

Finally, it turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated into the air.

The palace was deathly silent.

After a long while, Qin Yuan bowed deeply in the direction where the bones had dissipated.

"I will remember this."

He stood up and turned to look at the crowd.

"You saw everything?"

The white-haired old man nodded with a wry smile.

"We've seen it. This is your opportunity; we can't take it from you."

Jian Wufeng struggled to his feet, his expression complex.

He glanced at Qin Yuan, but ultimately said nothing and turned to leave.

Liu Ruoxi stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, Ruoxi will remember your kindness today. If you ever need the Myriad Laws Sect's help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

Qin Yuan nodded.

"it is good."

He looked at the dark opening.

That's the direction we're heading.

He took a deep breath and walked away.

Behind them, the ninth level of the Ice and Fire Temple gradually fell silent.

When I stepped out of the Temple of Ice and Fire, the sky outside was already bright.

Qin Yuan stood in front of the temple gate, gazing at the gradually dissipating pillar of ice and fire in the distance, and took a deep breath.

The journey through the realms of ice and fire has come to an end.

Harvest—

Six fragments of the God of War Token.

Xingtian Sword.

The Classic of Ice and Fire.

as well as--

Experience from countless life-or-death battles.

He turned around and looked at the temple behind him.

This ancient temple, which has stood for thousands of years, still stands majestically, half frozen and half burning.

He knew he would never come back.

But everything that happened here will be forever etched in his heart.

In the distance, Ling Shuanghua and Ling Shuangyin were standing on a boulder, waving to him.

Lei Dong stood to the side, grinning.

Qin Yuan smiled slightly and walked towards them.

Behind them, the doors of the Temple of Ice and Fire slowly closed.

A new journey is about to begin.

Beyond the polar regions of ice and fire, the setting sun bleeds like blood.

When Qin Yuan emerged from the secret realm, countless people had already gathered outside. Some were disciples from various sects waiting for their fellow disciples to return, some were newcomers preparing to enter, and others were scouts from all sides who had come after hearing the news.

His appearance immediately attracted countless gazes.

"They're out! It's that Taiyi Sect member!"

"I heard he obtained the Ice and Fire Daoist's inheritance inside!"

"Not only that! He also obtained the War God Tokens! It's said there are five!"

"Five? That would be enough to open the Nine Heavens Palace?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, do you want to die?"

Whispers surged like a tide, and countless eyes were focused on Qin Yuan, filled with envy, jealousy, greed, and apprehension.

Qin Yuan remained expressionless and headed straight for the Xuantian Sect's camp.