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The most crucial element of this plan is that Qin Chuan must possess the strength to threaten Xue Huang, or even make her pay a considerable price.

Otherwise, if Hades is easily defeated, the so-called mutual destruction will be meaningless, and his plan will become nothing more than a castle in the air.

Therefore, the Ghost King risked everything to conceal his identity and infiltrate the Underworld's headquarters, testing its power in that unique way.

Qin Chuan's crushing punch, though it injured him, also satisfied him by confirming that Hades indeed had the qualifications to shake Snow Queen!

In just a moment, relying on his premonition of the original plot and the information he had captured during the previous battle, Qin Chuan figured out most of the Ghost King's sinister scheme.

A cold, amused smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Fisherman? Oriole?

That's quite a clever scheme.

But Qin Chuan is not the original Hades who would be led by the nose by fate and a predetermined script.

The Ghost King's self-righteous conspiracy was nothing more than a clumsy performance in his eyes.

This upheaval stirred up by the Ghost King, this undercurrent attempting to disrupt the situation, may be the perfect opportunity for him to break this so-called eternal cycle of ten thousand years.

Standing on the cold snowfield of the Holy Realm, Qin Chuan's gaze pierced through the swirling snow, as if he could already see a future, even more magnificent, game of chess in which he would personally wield the pieces.

The wind and snow swept over his body, yet could not touch him in the slightest, just like his unwavering will that could not be shaken by any external force.

Chapter 17 Wind and Shadow

When Qin Chuan set foot on the boundless ice plains of the Holy Realm, a biting wind swept up tiny ice crystals, howling and dancing across the vast天地 (heaven and earth).

The aurora borealis swirled across the sky, like a magnificent tapestry spread across the eternal permafrost.

In the distance, the majestic sacred mountain stands tall, its snow-capped peaks gleaming with holy light under the eternal glow. The entire mountain range resembles a sleeping giant, casting a solemn and long shadow on the icy plain.

On this sacred land, the Ghost King, who had just briefly clashed with Qin Chuan, had now perfectly concealed all his dark aura.

He straightened his robes, letting the silver sash symbolizing his elder status hang neatly in front of his chest, and donned the dignified outer garment once more, transforming back into Guigu.

His steps became unhurried, each step steady, like a loyal messenger returning from an inspection.

Guigu lowered his eyelids, his wide sleeves fluttering slightly in the cold wind.

Beneath his seemingly calm exterior, his inner world was churning violently.

The thrilling moment when he fought Hades kept replaying in his mind.

The energy surging around Hades was as suffocating as an abyss, his all-seeing eyes seemed to see through all the illusions of the world, and his incredible domineering power made his heart tremble at every scene, yet a twisted excitement grew in his heart.

"Pluto, you are more powerful than I imagined..."

Guigu sneered inwardly, a strange smile creeping onto his lips.

"But the more it's like this, the more perfect my plan becomes. Even someone as powerful as the Snow Queen, who possesses the vast alien energy of six white holes and is known as the strongest in the seven parallel universes, is still being manipulated by me."

He took a deep breath of the cold air, suppressing his turbulent emotions, and his face instantly changed to a solemn and fearful expression.

He quickened his pace, the crystalline ice crystals cracking crisply beneath his feet, and soon he entered the majestic temple.

Inside the temple, a dome constructed of pure ice crystals hangs high, engraved with the legends of the saints of the past.

Soft light streamed down from the dome, refracting into a dazzling halo on the crystal floor.

Guigu's figure appeared particularly hurried in this sacred space, and his footsteps echoed in the empty hall.

Guigu stopped before the throne, bowed deeply, and spoke with just the right amount of anxiety:

"The patrolling Holy Realm warriors reported detecting energy fluctuations from Underworld warriors in the border region! I have personally gone to verify this, and it is indeed true!"

On the throne, the Snow Emperor's pure white robe spread out like flowing clouds on the crystal steps.

She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze as pure as fresh snow, as if it could purify all the filth in the world.

Indeed, not long ago, she also sensed a powerful aura that did not belong to the Holy Realm, which streaked across the Holy Realm's sky like a shooting star. Although brief, it was exceptionally clear.

"The people of the underworld..." Xuehuang's ethereal voice echoed in the hall, carrying her unique compassion, "Perhaps they are driven by the dark will of the King of the Underworld, or perhaps they have other reasons. Everything has its cause and effect, and we should not make hasty judgments."

She gently raised her hand, and a soft light flowed from her fingertips:

"Elder Guigu, please investigate carefully. If it is confirmed that it is an invasion by warriors from the underworld, try your best to capture them and find out the reason. Remember, do not harm their lives unless necessary. Love and tolerance are the only ways to resolve hatred."

Guigu bowed deeply, his long, silvery hair falling down, obscuring the fleeting sarcasm in his eyes:

"Yes, sir! I will handle this with utmost care and will not fail the Snow Queen's trust."

The moment he left the temple and turned into the corridor, the feigned solemnity on his face instantly transformed into an almost uncontrollable smugness.

Guigu strode through the corridor, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement.

All of this was, of course, a trap he had meticulously planned. The so-called invasion of the underworld warriors was actually a disguised act by his trusted subordinates, with the aim of creating chaos in the Holy Realm and framing the underworld.

"We'll find a suitable opportunity to get that stubborn Yuanzheng out of the way..."

Guigu pondered, a sly laugh escaping his lips.

"At that time, the Snow Queen will have no choice but to personally deal with the Underworld King. When two tigers fight, one will surely be injured! No, it would be best if they both were severely injured!"

He seemed to already see that wonderful scene: Snow Queen and Hades would be severely injured, while he himself would reap the benefits and eventually stand at the top of the seven parallel universes, becoming a true god of the universe!

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Qin Chuan was strolling into a small village surrounded by ice and snow.

The village is nestled in a valley, surrounded by snow-capped peaks that pierce the sky like swords, their snow-capped summits shimmering like diamonds in the sunlight.

Surprisingly, the village is teeming with life, with low igloos scattered throughout the valley, and wisps of smoke rising from the rooftops, drawing soft curves in the crisp air.

In the open space in the center of the village, a burly, resolute-faced middle-aged man was instructing a group of children in training.

His bronze skin gleamed healthily in the snow, his voice was loud and powerful, and every demonstration was clean and crisp, clearly showing him to be an experienced soldier.

The children around them imitated them earnestly, their breath condensing into mist in the cold.

Among the group of children, a white-haired boy stood out. He looked to be under ten years old, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He was meticulous during training, and every movement was precise and accurate, already revealing an extraordinary aura.

This is the future God of War, Feng Yao. At this moment, he is just a particularly talented child in this small border village, learning the most basic combat skills under the guidance of his father, Feng Xue.

Qin Chuan's gaze swept across the training ground and landed on an ancient tree covered in snow at the edge of the open space.

There sat a pregnant woman, dressed in a simple cotton robe, gently stroking her high, swollen belly, gazing tenderly at her husband and son in the room.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled patterns of light on her, like a sacred halo.

She occasionally lowered her head and whispered to the child in her womb, her face beaming with a happy smile.

Qin Chuan keenly sensed that on this seemingly ordinary pregnant woman from the Holy Realm, there was an extremely faint energy fluctuation that was completely out of place with the surrounding holy and luminous aura.

It was a unique aura belonging to the underworld, like ink dropped into clear water—thin yet difficult to fully blend.

It was this aura that guided him here, like a compass.

"The sacred realm of light is actually nurturing a bloodline of darkness..."

Qin Chuan understood.

The child in the pregnant woman's womb, Feng Yao's future younger sister Feng Ying, has the bloodline of the Netherworld race.

This bloodline from the underworld will grant her powerful and unique strength in the future, but in this land that reveres pure light and love, it will also inevitably make her life difficult, and she may even be regarded as a heretic and an omen of misfortune.

Just as Qin Chuan was pondering, he accidentally stepped on a dry branch and crushed it. The crisp sound was particularly abrupt in the quiet village.

Feng Xue immediately turned around, his strong body instantly blocking the children's way, like a solid barrier.

His sharp gaze fell on Qin Chuan, the uninvited guest, and his right hand had already subconsciously rested on the weapon at his waist.

His face showed obvious tension:

"Who are you? Where are you from?"

In the past, the people of the Holy Realm were simple and honest, and he would have warmly welcomed any stranger.

But not long ago, the village received an urgent warning from Elder Guigu, who claimed that warriors from the underworld had invaded the holy realm and demanded that all villages be on high alert.

At this moment, a visitor with an unfamiliar aura and clothing that was completely different from the style of the Holy Realm suddenly appeared, so he could not help but be on guard.

The children on the training field also stopped what they were doing and looked at the stranger with curiosity and nervousness.

Feng Yao stood behind his father, his small body ramrod straight, his eyes showing both wariness and a hint of curiosity.

Faced with the blizzard's alarming demeanor, Qin Chuan simply smiled.

The aura emanating from him, which originated from a supreme powerhouse, was perfectly concealed, emanating only a reassuring and peaceful charm, as if he had merged with the surrounding nature.

Even the way he stood seemed to resonate harmoniously with this land.

"Do not be nervous."

Qin Chuan's tone was as gentle as a spring breeze sweeping across an icy plain; his voice carried a unique rhythm that unconsciously put people at ease.

"I am just a traveler who has wandered far and wide, and I happened to pass by this place. Just now, I had a feeling that there was someone here who was my master and disciple, so I took the liberty of entering. I hope you will forgive me."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue subconsciously looked at Feng Yao, who was the best performing among the children.

As a father, he was well aware of his son's talent, but also lamented his own limited abilities, unable to provide better guidance. If only he could have a renowned teacher, that would be the best possible outcome.

His gaze lingered on Qin Chuan, trying to glean more information from the stranger's demeanor.

During this sensitive period, Feng Xue's wariness towards this stranger of unknown origin was not completely eliminated.

He tried to make his tone sound calmer:

"So you're a traveler from afar. We welcome guests with kind hearts. If you don't mind, you can rest in the village for a while. However, this matter of taking on an apprentice concerns the child's future, so we need to consider it carefully."

Qin Chuan nodded with a smile, his eyes showing understanding: "That's only right."

His gaze once again inadvertently swept over the pregnant woman under the tree, and the little life in her womb containing the bloodline of the underworld.

At that moment, he seemed to see the hardships and choices that this child would face in the future.

A cold wind blew in from the other side of the valley, carrying snowflakes, and the outline of the sacred mountain in the distance appeared even more solemn and mysterious in the fading light of the sky.

Qin Chuan knew that the Ghost King's conspiracy would surge like an undercurrent beneath this pure land, and this small village, this special family, would likely become the center of this storm.

Now that he's here, he won't just be a bystander.

The gears of fate have begun to turn, and he will be the one to set them in motion.

Chapter 18 The Biggest Flaw