The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Those inhuman creatures eventually woke up during the riot.

　"Sorry for the trouble..."

　Vivian felt herself being dragged down into the snow little by little, and closed her eyes helplessly.

　Her body quickly disappeared, and the snow returned to calm again.

　A few seconds later, waves of ice flames erupted from beneath the snow, blasting out countless broken white fragments—

　"boom"

　The shock wave of the explosion shook the mountains and forests, and white snow flew wildly in the air, blown all over the place by the cyclone created by the explosion.

　Amidst the flames of the explosion, a figure shot out and quickly moved towards the mountain.

　Half an hour later, a landslide suddenly occurred in a small cave in the Junshan Mountains. The falling rocks blocked the cave entrance and blocked the zombies wandering in the ice and snow.

　Inside the cave, in the almost inky darkness, a wisp of ice-blue flame suddenly lit up.

　""

　Vivian leaned against the wall of the cave, panting, her face slightly pale.

　So tired... Really so tired... Dragons aren't meant to be exploited this way...

　She took out a piece of frozen bread from the small bag she carried with her, closed her eyes and tried hard to imagine it as a piece of juicy meat.

　Then she took a bite, crunching out ice chips.

　“…It’s not tasty.”

　Vivian ate the fat gloomily, exhaled, closed her eyes again, and examined her spirit body.

　Most of the spiritual power has been consumed. The most severe consumption was the attempt to condense the string of truth, and the second was the creation of the ice flame explosion.

　To be honest, it was pure luck that she was able to escape successfully. If the pale creatures that tried to pull Vivian down were demigod-level like the clawed creature, she would probably have been buried in the snow.

　Fortunately, they were just monsters around the level of Five-String Saints.

　When you think about it this way, it's really ironic that something like supernatural essence exists. Humans try their best to control it using all kinds of means, such as rituals and string arrays, but after all this time, ordinary wizards can only reach the level of three or four strings at most.

　Only a very small number of people can be promoted to saints, and they are one in ten thousand. They have to be careful about the backlash of extraordinary source essence for the rest of their lives after the promotion.

　Saints can be regarded as guests of honor and receive good treatment anywhere.

　Isn't that amazing? And then any brainless monster out there is a saint.

　Although they lack intelligence and cannot fully utilize supernatural essence to fight, they have reached the saint level after all, and the destructive power they can cause is unquestionable.

　Vivian couldn't help but think of Motiheim in the north of Vista Continent. As a demigod, she felt it was difficult to move forward even after such a short time on Junshan Mountain. According to her rough estimate, the number of extraordinary monsters hidden here might be less than one thousandth of that in Motiheim.

　What would happen if one day, for some reason, Mortiheim thawed and the monsters sealed under the ice and snow came out in droves?

　Human civilization may turn to ashes in the blink of an eye.

　New questions arise: Why are the Junshan Mountains filled with pale creatures? These monsters don't seem to be naturally formed, but rather created by some higher power.

　Is it the Ice Dragon Emperor?

　If he created these monsters, why did they go out of control and even seek the Skeleton Gate?

　More and more questions weighed on Vivian's tired nerves, and gradually, her eyelids narrowed slightly.

　Before falling into a deep sleep, in Vivian's blurred vision, she seemed to see a young man sitting opposite her, leaning against the wall of the cave like her, lost in thought.

　Did my brother ever...walk the same path?

　In the dark cave, the girl fell into a deep sleep, her chest rising and falling slowly.

Chapter 439: Seeking Scales (Part 9) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Under the glow of the setting sun, Xing Mo pushed the wheelchair and brought coach Cheng Haihua to the balcony.

　Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, Cheng Haihua's pale face became a little more rosy, and her kind face looked even more peaceful.

　"Perses Xia, are you asking me about that little fellow from the Ice Dragon family?"

　Just now, Xing Mo mentioned the relationship between Gu Longshou and her to Coach Cheng Haihua, and Cheng Haihua did not seem to intend to hide it when faced with this matter.

　"He was a very eloquent little fellow," Cheng Haihua recalled. "Of course, he became less talkative after becoming the Ancient Dragon Hunter, but his heart was undoubtedly full of passion."

　"How did you get to know him?" Xing Mo asked.

　"It was a dance party, and we didn't like drinking," Cheng Haihua giggled like a little girl, "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, I was still able to dance at that time, and that little family

　The guy used sweet talk to invite me to dance and said he wanted to get to know me better.

　Imagining a Poerses like that, and recalling the ancient dragon hunter in black armor and decisive in killing, Xingmo couldn't help but feel a little sad.

　"Actually, it's very damaging to a dragon's pride to have relationships with humans," Cheng Haihua said thoughtfully. "Yes, even for me. Even though I hold a high position in the People's Forum and had a bit of a reputation back then, for a dragon, humans aren't meant to be dealt with, they're meant to be enslaved."

　"Is it so extreme?" Xing Mo said.

　"Of course, some things are determined by genes," Cheng Haihua nodded slightly. "I've spent most of my life slaying dragons, especially when dragon riots occur in neglected areas. I'm often the first to take control of the situation. What I just said is not my stereotype. I've seen too many dragons. Those dragon families who have established themselves as kings based on bloodline and status have never treated humans as equals. During their brief rise to power, the humans in their jurisdiction were treated even worse than pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep. The dragons' desire for conquest trampled on them wantonly."

　"After crossing the sea of ​​blood many times, one will become numb to it and come to a clear conclusion about dragons—they are greedy creatures who believe they are superior to humans and hold themselves to ancient bloodlines. They are never willing to submit to human orders."

　"I guess you also think that all things are equal in your mind, right? Especially with such a magical god by your side," Cheng Haihua smiled faintly at Xing Mo, "But unfortunately, the law of the jungle does not allow equality. Even if we want it, they don't want it. This is destined to be a bloody battle."

　Hearing Cheng Haihua's words, Xing Mo couldn't help but recall the day when the Ice Dragon family was brutally massacred.

　"Even if dragons are such creatures, those innocent ice dragons did nothing wrong." She said softly.

　"There's no definitive conclusion to this matter, only perspectives," Cheng Haihua nodded slightly. "Dragons have killed countless humans, and humans have killed countless dragons. This is an eternal cycle, and it will continue until one side is completely extinct. The answer to this question is determined solely by the perspective of the person raising it."

　"So, you can imagine how disdainful I was of Poerseth Xia's sweet talk. An ice dragon... actually kept saying he wanted to be a bridge between dragons and humans?"

　Cheng Haihua smiled faintly, her eyes sparkling in the setting sun.

　"But then I realized that the little guy wasn't kidding."

　"He's really trying to blend in with the human race and act like a human being... Of course, I'm not talking about those polite moments. Who can't say some polite words?"

　"In fact, the first time I had a changed impression of him was when we met by chance."

　"That day, after I finished my work at Renyantang, I was carrying the freshly bought vegetables home to cook. At the gate of the residential complex, I ran into him—not in a formal suit, but in casual clothes and glasses."

　"I saw him helping a little girl get a kite hanging from a tree. The tree was about six or seven meters high. With a dragon's jumping ability, he could have gotten the kite in one jump."

　"But he didn't do that. Instead, he found a long wooden stick, stood on tiptoe, and reached for the kite with the little girl's encouragement."

　"He fiddled with it for about ten minutes, and I watched from behind for about ten minutes, until he finally got the kite down. He smiled and rubbed the little girl's head, then turned around and realized, awkwardly, that I had been standing behind him the entire time."

　"This is the first time I've seen such a youthful smile," Cheng Haihua said, seeming to reminisce. "You know what? I've slain so many dragons, but I've never seen an expression like that on a dragon's face."

　"That day, he came to my house for a quick meal. He told me that he wanted to help the little girl with the kite this way because he believed the conflict between dragons and humans stemmed from their differences. He wanted to eliminate these differences as much as possible, to find the same qualities in himself as in humans, and thus try to infect like-minded people."

　"I don't know if his method will work, but he has inspired me anyway."

　After Cheng Haihua said this, Xing Mo realized that he had been lost in thought for a long time.

　She knew that what Cheng Haihua said was true. Perses Shaben was such a person. Even after becoming an ancient dragon hunter, he treated humans in the friendliest way possible when he was not seeking revenge. The community where he lived was proof of this.

　Looking at Cheng Haihua's face with a hint of nostalgia, Xing Mo whispered:

　"He ultimately chose the path of the dragon."

　"This makes me sigh," Cheng Haihua shook her head slightly, "and it's a pity."

　"But this is because the Black Dragon Society massacred the Ice Dragon family." Xing Mo said.

　"This is what I regret," Cheng Haihua sighed softly, "because humans, who consider themselves intelligent beings... ended up resorting to violence in their battle with dragons."

　"In fact, I was there the day the Lin brothers attacked the Ice Dragon clan. However, when I arrived, the Ice Dragon's territory was already hidden in layers of black fog."

　"When the soldiers beside me asked me... Commander, why did we come here? I knew that history had been swallowed up, and the Ice Dragon family had been erased from history."

　"Perhaps the only reason I haven't forgotten this history is because of the strong connection I have with him..."

　Cheng Haihua shook her head gently, her face

　It was very quiet, but Xingmo seemed to hear an old soul roaring quietly.

　"Where is Vivian Xia? I thought I could see her." Cheng Haihua looked up and asked Xing Mo.

　"She went to the top of Junshan Mountain. Perses told her that there was a treasure hidden there that could help her take back Ni Lin." Xingmo said.

　"Ah... the summit of Junshan... the last time we climbed that mountain, we killed an emperor..."

　Cheng Haihua's casual words made Xing Mo's eyes slightly stunned.

　She looked at Cheng Haihua in disbelief and said:

　"You... participated in killing the Ice Dragon Emperor?"

　"Can't you tell? When I was born, Yanxia was still under the rule of the dragon," Cheng Haihua smiled faintly. "Of course, modern mysticism has extended my life to this point, and it's almost time for me to run out of energy..."

　The information that Cheng Haihua inadvertently revealed also shocked Xing Mo - such an old man in his twilight years...actually participated in the operation to hunt down the Ice Dragon Emperor?

　She considered it for a moment before speaking softly:

　"Why kill that emperor? Isn't he Yan Xia's patron saint?"

　"He used to be," Cheng Haihua sighed softly, "but later... he changed. Do you remember the battle between him and Yan Zun?"

　"Of course, in order to protect Yanxia Jiuzhou, the Ice Dragon Emperor borrowed the power of the Dragon Lord from the abyss and finally defeated the Flame Lord." Xing Mo said.

　"Well, the Nine Sons of the Dragon have been active in the world since then," Cheng Haihua nodded slightly. "However, such a grand occasion cannot continue forever... You must know that all borrowed power comes with a price. Any power that is not one's own... will eventually turn into a backflowing wave and backfire on the host."

　"After the final battle between the Ice Dragon Emperor and the Flame Lord, Liudao sank, the Flame Lord perished, and the Ice Dragon Emperor was severely injured and on the verge of death."

　"After that, the power he borrowed turned against him—those dark forces of unknown origin devoured his mind. He shut himself away underground, using all his might to suppress the darkness running rampant within him."

　"That year, a frost fell in July, and a snowstorm on Junshan killed almost all life on the mountain. The people living nearby were nearly wiped out."

　"Originally... if he could have remained underground and suppressed himself, perhaps there would have been a chance to salvage everything. But unfortunately, one of the Nine Sons of the Dragon has begun to harbor evil intentions."

　"They believe that the darkness surging within the Ice Dragon Emperor is a sign of the Dragon Lord's imminent arrival. If the Ice Dragon Emperor is devoured, their beloved Father God will return to the world."

　"That day, no one knows who did it, but a huge hole was blasted out of Junshan. The icy blue flames that had been suppressed underground burst out, and his seal was ineffective."

　"Then, the out-of-control Ice Dragon Emperor flew to the peak of Junshan Mountain and began his... ascension with an extremely cold storm."

　"That was the first time we were forced to cooperate with the Black Dragon Society," Cheng Haihua said with a self-deprecating laugh. "Naturally, the Jiedushi who broke the seal forced us into a desperate situation. Using their Unknown Territory Teleportation, we reached the summit of Junshan Mountain and engaged in a decisive battle with that crazy Dragon King."

　"After a bloody battle, we won the victory at an extremely tragic cost."

　Having said that, Cheng Haihua sighed softly and looked up at the sky dyed by the sunset.

　The setting sun was fading, and a faint darkness was sweeping over like an overwhelming force, dimming some of the light in the old man's eyes.

　"In fact, it's impossible for us to defeat Him," Cheng Haihua shook her head. "At the end of that decisive battle, the Ice Dragon Emperor's remaining spiritual wisdom awakened, and he used the truth to shape a spear capable of killing Him."

　"Finally, He died, and His transcendent essence splashed onto the mountain, transforming into those pale things hidden within the ice and snow."

　"Before his death, he left behind a final truth: if anyone covets his inheritance and sets foot in the land of ice and snow, they will be hunted by the pale creature and enslaved for eternity. And if the Ice Dragon family suffers injustice in the future, his divine punishment will follow the tide of fate and settle accounts with all perpetrators."

　Hearing this, Xing Mo was slightly surprised and said:

　"Wait a minute, does this mean...the extraordinary creatures on Junshan are all guards used by the Ice Dragon Emperor to protect his legacy?"

　"That's right. He doesn't want anyone to obtain his legacy, the reverse scale that symbolizes the power of the Dragon King." Cheng Haihua nodded slightly. "As far as I know, the Black Dragon Society has tried to seize the reverse scale several times, but ultimately failed to recover. There was even a military governor who went there, but ultimately... his leg was broken."

　His leg was broken again...Xingmo seemed to know who the governor was.

　"Then...wouldn't Vivian be in danger?" Xing Mo murmured.

　Hearing her say this, Cheng Haihua smiled slightly and said:

　"How could that be? That girl...is the embodiment of the Ice Dragon Emperor's divine punishment."

　"Over the years... the world has changed... the Ice Dragon family fell in the vastness of history, annihilated along with that ancient emperor..."

　"It seems everyone has forgotten the divine punishment He once promised, including the Black Dragon Society. Those usurpers believe that as long as they use the unknown to devour history, divine punishment will naturally not come..."

　"But they forgot that the divine punishment promised by the Dragon Emperor... is a truth."

　"truth,

　How can it be obscured by the unknown?"

　""

　Vivian woke up from a nightmare.

　She covered her chest and took deep breaths repeatedly to calm the intense shock.

　Before the dream faded, she grasped the last traces of impressions in her mind and tried to piece together the patterns.