In a frigid apocalypse, I went on a shopping spree with the reborn.

"We're the last uncontrolled experimental zone left, and now there are only 23 people left. I'm curious, how many do you plan to keep? Or will you kill them all?"

Wang Defa, who had just woken up in his ear canal, was puzzled: Did Jiang Shen miscalculate? Weren't there still 24 of them left? Or was it that Jiang Shen kicked him out of the human race just because he changed his skin?

The messenger from District 19, controlled by the main god, twisted his neck and stretched his arms and legs, crackling all over.

Even though she knew it was the sound of joints, Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but mock, "What, you're wearing all polyester too?"

"Speaking of which, this body was the envoy you chose in District 19, and this is how you treat your envoy?"

"I think from now on, even the messengers of the Lord God will not dare to reveal their identities, they can't bear the shame."

The envoy from District 19 smiled leisurely: "Jiang Qingyue, I have been observing you for a long time. According to my observation, you are not a talkative person. Therefore, you are stalling for time."

"Without the permission of this supreme deity, you cannot leave, and no one can come here to rescue you. So, if your purpose in stalling for time is not to wait for someone, then what is it?"

"The leaders from the other districts just threw a lot of things at you. Let me guess, are there any special items that can only be used during specific time periods, or do they have a cooldown period?"

"And what about you?" Jiang Qingyue retorted, "Why have you been wasting so much time talking to me like this?"

"The envoy from District 19 and several members of their clansmen have average physical strength. Logically speaking, with so much energy injected, they should have exploded long ago. Yet they stand here intact. What did you pay for this?"

"Hahaha..." A burst of unrestrained laughter escaped from the mouth of the 19th District envoy: "Oh dear, you've found out. What a clever human."

"It's a pity you're too weak. Even if you discover it, there's nothing you can do. I'm not afraid to tell you, the price is that I can't mobilize this energy for five minutes. I need to spend some time slowly modifying this body."

"So you have five minutes left to live. Is there anything you'd like to say? In my great mercy, I'll have a chat with you."

Jiang Qingyue: "Screw you, get down there and apologize to my companions."

The words had barely left his mouth when the arrow was already shot towards the other person's eye.

Long Jiuxing and the others were not slow either, and rushed forward.

The other people behind the messenger, whose combat power was also around three million, did not move. They were weaker than the messenger, but had been injected with the same amount of massive energy, and would require the main god to spend a longer time modifying them.

"Damn, what is this thing made of?"

"Can the supreme deity be this unreasonable?"

Jiang Qingyue and his companions grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

At first, Jiang Qingyue's full-force arrow could leave a tiny white mark on the opponent.

As time drew nearer, Long Jiuxing and the others, who had gone all out, were instead repelled and injured by the shock, while Jiang Qingyue's all-out arrow had left no trace.

Chen Sanyang gritted his teeth and said, "God Jiang, I request to self-destruct."

Li Yan also said, "God Jiang, I also request to self-destruct."

"And me too." Zhang Yuan braced himself on his knees, panting heavily.

They went all out in those few minutes, which took a huge toll on them.

If we hesitate any longer, there will only be two outcomes: either everyone will exhaust their energy, and even if they self-destruct, the power will be much less.

Secondly, once the main god has been transformed, they won't be able to withstand a single blow, and won't even have a chance to self-destruct.

"Nonsense!" Jiang Qingyue scolded, "I brought a full hundred people with me, and now there are only 23 of us left. If you all die, how am I supposed to explain myself when I go back to the Eighth Experimental Zone alone?"

"But……"

"No buts." Jiang Qingyue gouged eyes, groin, ears, and pulled hair...

He tested every weakness he could think of, and then took a moment to answer everyone: "Haven't you all realized yet? This damned god never intended for anyone to leave alive."

"Since we're all going to die anyway, we might as well die with value. With our current combat strength, one by one self-destructing won't do it any harm. Listen to me, we'll all self-destruct together in a bit."

The envoy from District 19 looked at Jiang Qingyue, who was clinging to him and constantly searching for weaknesses, as if he were watching a clown: "Four minutes and thirty seconds, you have thirty seconds left."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, this is just a wisp of my countless consciousnesses. Even if you win, it means nothing to me. But you only have one life, and once you die, you're truly dead."

Jiang Qingyue remained silent.

She didn't believe a single word that the dog god said.

It is possible that the consciousness controlling these messengers is indeed a wisp of the main god's consciousness, but it is by no means as insignificant as it claims.

If they were truly insignificant, why were the envoys from the Second and Seventy Districts drained of their power immediately after being used?

If consciousness can truly manifest in countless forms and exist for an extended period, why doesn't it control these messengers continuously, instead of only briefly controlling them when necessary?

Jiang Qingyue was certain that if this wisp of consciousness were eliminated, it would be a huge and irreversible blow to the main god.

It's possible that consciousness is part of the soul, and each wisp of consciousness is equivalent to a fragment of the soul. If too many are killed, the Eternal Winter God might become stupid.

But what about its weaknesses?

Even if the main god personally controls it, the messenger of District 19 is not the main god after all. As the natives of District 19, they will have some racial characteristics and must have weaknesses.

For example, that big crab retained the weaknesses of a crab.

She believed that the envoy from District 19 must also have weaknesses, but they just hadn't been found yet.

Jiang Qingyue tossed aside the Snow Concealment Bow, straddled the 19th District envoy's neck, pinched the other's chin with one hand, and pried open his mouth by his upper teeth with the other.

He reached his hand in again and shoved it into his throat. Feeling that wasn't enough, he took out the knife he used to kill fish from his storage space and continued stabbing.

"Click".

Broken.

It wasn't her throat that was shattered, but her knife.

"Friendly reminder, you have five minutes."

An extremely violent force quickly spread from the messenger's body, and with a backhand squeeze, he pulled Jiang Qingyue off his neck.

With a forceful pull, "crack, crack," Jiang Qingyue heard the sound of her bones shattering.

"It's a pity you didn't seize this opportunity."

"Sister Xiaoyue! Ah~" Long Jiuxing was kicked away as soon as he rushed up.

"Don't you humans like to work together? Come, let me, the supreme god, see how far you are willing to go to save your leader!"

Jiang Qingyue's combat power of 1.36 million is like throwing an egg against a rock, while Long Jiuxing and the others generally have around 500,000.

To put it bluntly, even if you self-destruct, all you'll get is a few strands of hair on the other person's head.

"Since we're going to die sooner or later anyway, what are we waiting for?" Liu Yuyao looked at Jiang Qingyue: "Give the order! Do you want to watch everyone end up without even the energy to self-destruct?"

"Sister Xiaoyue." Long Jiuxing stood up, clutching her chest.

She wasn't afraid of pain or death; she only regretted being so stupid for not figuring out how to use the power of ice and snow sooner, and for not being able to help her sister Xiaoyue.

"Sister Xiaoyue, I've said before that if you ever die, you must take me with you."

"He needs someone else to take him to his death, what a useless piece of trash," Zhao Mingyue muttered under her breath.

Unseen by anyone, a crescent moon, almost tangible, rose from the palm of his hand. Soft moonlight flowed into his body through the meridians in his palm, and the moon's light gradually dimmed until it disappeared completely.

Ah Yue, is this tournament part of your plans?

If I were here, would you have foreseen my sacrifice?

If he weren't here... Zhao Mingyue didn't dare to think about that possibility.

This means that Jiang Qingyue's personally planned scheme had gone wrong, and that someone had seen through Jiang Qingyue's plans in the previous life and even interfered.

Zhao Mingyue didn't know whether it was the former or the latter; she only knew one thing: Jiang Qingyue couldn't die.

With a sigh, Zhao Mingyue teleported behind the envoy, the moonlight she had been accumulating in her hands flowing out like a sharp blade, as smooth as a peerless divine weapon cutting tofu.

The messenger's hand fell to the ground.

Zhao Mingyue caught Jiang Qingyue as she fell, tossed her toward Long Jiuxing, and turned back to face the envoy.

"The Divine Light of the Bright Moon." The messenger was taken aback, then suddenly realized, "So it's the Moon Guardian, one of the four guardians of the Sun, Moon, Stars, and Planets! No wonder it could cut off my arm."

Zhao Mingyue blew a strand of hair that had fallen to her lips: "You really do have memories of your past life. I was wondering why there's suddenly an All-Heavens Arena Tournament compared to your past life. You think that will ruin her plans? What a joke."

As Zhao Mingyue spoke, she severed another arm of the other man.

The two were moving so fast that even Jiang Qingyue could only see a few afterimages, and couldn't capture any more details of the fight.

"Hehe, if it were Protector Yue in her prime, I naturally wouldn't dare to be presumptuous. But now, how much of your peak strength do you possess?"

Zhao Mingyue: "Why don't you try and see?"

"Of course I have to try. In all the myriad realms, very few have ever seen the Four Guardians, and those who can fight against them are the strongest of the strong. If I kill you today, my name, Yongdong, will become a legend in the universe from this day forward."

Zhao Mingyue scoffed: "Don't you know she specializes in killing legends?"

The messenger's expression changed.

"With such little courage, you dare to disrupt her plans?" Zhao Mingyue sneered. "A mere minor deity dares to dream of slaughtering people?"

Zhao Mingyue crushed the other person's head with a "crack," and then quickly killed the other people whose combat power had been forcibly increased to three million by the main god.

"You..." Jiang Qingyue opened her mouth.

Zhao Mingyue explained, "It's not that I didn't want to save the people from before, but it's that I need time to break free from my seal. I started preparing to break free when the All-Heavens Arena Tournament began, and it's only now that I've barely managed to do so."

She forced a smile: "I forcibly used the power sealed in my past life, but it can only last for a quarter of an hour. What I just killed were only a few wisps of Yongdong's consciousness. It seems that this guy has been controlled by someone else, and I have to deal with this trouble."

"There was no All-Heavens Arena in the previous life. This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy against all races, or rather, against the human race."

"Even if I deal with Yongdong, those guys behind it won't let you go home easily."

"I will disappear after I finish dealing with Yongdong, and I won't be able to come back to help you. The rest is up to you."

As Zhao Mingyue was leaving, she asked, "Is there anything you want to ask?"

Jiang Qingyue took a deep breath: "The star among the sun, moon, and stars, is it Dragon Nine Star?"

"Yes."

Zhao Mingyue left behind a single word and disappeared from the Heavenly Arena.

Everyone stared intently at Long Jiuxing.

Holding the baby in his arms, Long Jiuxing calmly announced, "I am not a reincarnated person."

"That at least proves that he has unlimited potential." Nangong Zhao smiled and came over, reaching out to pat Long Jiuxing's shoulder, but then awkwardly withdrew his hand under the cold gaze of that man.

"How boring." She turned around and hugged Jiang Qingtian: "Sure enough, once the enemy is gone, the difference between close and distant relationships becomes obvious. My little sweetheart is still closer to me."

Chen Sanyang scratched his head. Zhao Mingyue had given him so much information that he was only now barely able to make sense of it.

Looking at this and then that, I couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you all in a hurry?"

"Jiang Shen, now that Captain Zhao has gone to deal with the Eternal Winter God, are we safe now that he's dead?"

"By the way, should we try to get home ourselves, or wait until the God of Eternal Winter dies and then leave this hellhole on our own?"

"Leave what?" Liu Yuyao reminded, "The formidable enemy is coming soon, and this time there won't be another Captain Zhao to stop us."

"So you guys have it so easy?"

Meng Zixuan walked over and put his arm around Chen Sanyang's shoulder: "Brother Chen, relax. As the saying goes, 'Whether you stick your head out or not, you'll get stabbed anyway.' Since we're all destined to be wiped out, why die in tension and fear?"

"Let me do the math. When the All-Heavens Arena Tournament started, most of us were meeting for the first time. We fought for a day in the first round and rested for a day. All in all, we've only known each other for two and a half days, and now we're going to die together. I guess it's fate."

"What a coincidence..." Chen Sanyang had just finished speaking when a curious voice came from behind him.

"Found it."

Unlike the deliberately mysterious deity of Eternal Winter, this voice sounded immature and anxious.

"One, two, three..." the other person was counting.

Jiang Qingyue and the others could not be seen at all.

"Twenty-two, not bad, not bad. Yongdong said there were twenty-three in total. One of them went to hunt it down, so the rest are all here. We can take them all out in one go and still make it to the feast."

Jiang Qingyue calmly took the life-changing fruit from the space into her hand.

The other party, who could address the Eternal Winter God as "Eternal Winter," was clearly a powerful being of the same level. She was somewhat uncertain, wondering if this Life-Exchange Fruit could allow her to perish together with the other party.

Just as Jiang Qingyue was about to use it, a voice suddenly came from the sky: "Disciples, get out and get to work!"

"Thump thump thump," a bunch of round balls fell from the sky. Apart from the snow-white eyeballs, they were all black coal balls, each with a strength of more than a million.

Jiang Qingyue: "..."

Should we still eat? Is there any point in exchanging one life for another?

She now has two choices:

First, after he ate the Life-Swapping Fruit and perished together with the giant coal ball, he left behind a pile of small coal balls with a combat power of over a million.

As a result, before her body had even cooled down, Long Jiuxing and the others had to die.

Second, find a weak person, such as Shen Yi who is on his last breath, and make him eat the Life-Exchange Fruit so that he can perish together with the big coal ball.

Then she led Long Jiuxing and the others to fight these little coal balls. Long Jiuxing and the others' combat strength was all below one million, practically non-existent.

She was fighting against a dense, endless array of opponents of the same level all by herself; she wouldn't last long before she died.

One path is a dead end, and the other is also a dead end.

How to choose?