An invincible journey starting from a different race

Is the “Ecstasy! One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Fingers” belonging to White Wolf that shocked them all before going to be repeated here?

After Aesop prepared for a long time, he shouted "Hah" and suddenly thrust out his finger.

Directly point to the vital points of the spirit.

The force and speed of this finger! From the looks of it, it was no less than that of White Wolf himself!

So Aesop, has he really mastered this unique skill?!

Looking at that thunderous finger, Klim and Stank were filled with shock.

Is this one finger going to succeed? !

"Bang" sound.

Aesop's powerful finger just pointed at the ice surface.

Klim and Stank couldn't help but stop breathing, for fear of disturbing Aesop.

However, the ice surface remained motionless.

It did not shatter directly, nor did it have any cracks.

But out of their trust in Aesop and the shock he had brought to them by his professionalism, both Klim and Stank subconsciously believed that Aesop had succeeded. As long as Aesop retracted his finger, the seemingly indestructible ice surface would collapse belatedly.

However, they waited for a long time but did not see this scene.

Even when Aesop had withdrawn his hand, he still didn't get what he wanted.

"What's wrong?" Kelim couldn't help but ask.

Aesop said "Oh" and then said while shaking his fingers, "This ice is too hard to pierce through."

Klim and Stank: "..."

Damn it! Why are you acting so cool when you can't even get through?!

What's the point of your big talk if you can't get past it?!

And he was still pretending for quite some time! He was just teasing us, wasn't he?

You are really not a human being!

Countless curse words poured out from the chests of Kolim and Stank. Just when they were about to vent them all on Aesop, they saw Aesop walk back to his previous position, and then raised his head to look at the flaming phoenix above his head.

Just when Stank and Klim were about to ask Aesop what weird idea he had come up with, they saw Aesop suddenly stretch out his finger and poke it into the body of the flaming phoenix!

The Fire Phoenix suddenly let out a… hard-to-understand cry. It sounded like it was in pain, but also… not really painful.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Kelim was shocked.

"Hey, hey, hey! Aesop, are you crazy?!" Stank also shouted loudly, "Your enemies are on the other side! There are friendly forces over there, there are friendly forces over there!"

But Aesop did not speak, but slowly pulled out his fingers.

At this time, Colim and Stank were shocked to find that Aesop's four fingers were wrapped in the red flames belonging to the phoenix.

Both Stank and Klim stayed for the rest of their time.

Good man, are you enchanting weapons with fire here!

Aesop looked at the flames wrapped around his four fingers and said softly, "Miss Huang, I have received your power."

Did you really receive it? Didn't you really snatch it from me?

Miss Huang is about to cry!

Stank and Klim were no longer able to describe their feelings at the moment in words, and Aesop did not give them the opportunity and slowly took up his stance.

He even cast several spells to increase his physical strength before taking up his stance.

"Look at this." Aesop said slowly, "This is the secret technique I just developed, the Flame Hand - Two Hundred and Fifty-Six Connected Fingers."

After saying that, Aesop rushed forward.

The flames wrapped around the four fingers left two red marks in this pure white world.

Then very quickly, there were four, eight, and sixteen.

The field expands!

Watch! The power of fire can melt even icebergs!

Aesop thrust out his finger suddenly, but this time, the ice surface failed to stop his finger and was penetrated directly.

The blazing heat of the flames, for the first time, fell on Ling's body that had been frozen for a thousand years.

The sleeping spirit seemed to sense something and subconsciously hummed softly, but before it could react any further...

The remaining 255 fingers fell like raindrops.

261 Spirit

Ling felt like she had a very long dream.

How long did this dream last? She herself didn't know.

Ling's birth was an accident... because she herself didn't know how she was born, nor did she know when she "opened" her eyes to see the world, and she couldn't even remember when she became conscious.

For most of her life after birth, she was just a spirit frozen in the snowy mountains.

At that time, she didn't know the concept of spirit. Although she was able to "open her eyes" and look at the white world in front of her, she didn't feel that she was any different from the ice, stones and snow around her.

To be precise, she didn't know what life was, because the world before her was dead silent.

I don’t know how long this situation lasted.

Until one day, wherever she looked, there was finally "life".

At first, it was just a few animals, like the flying fish that came out from under the ice, and the snow bears that preyed on them.

She observed these sudden objects with curiosity, which were completely different from the ice and stones around them.

What are they? Why are they moving? What are they doing?

At that time, Ling was full of interest in these novel creatures. For the first time, she felt the existence of something called "life".

That kind of vibrant and flourishing ecosystem was something she had never experienced before.

At that time, Ling was still trying to figure out what the snow bear and the flying fish were doing, why one was running, the other was chasing, one was eating, and the other was being eaten (it took a long time to figure out the concept of eating). It took Ling a very long time just to figure out the simple relationship between predators and prey.

But after figuring out this relationship, Ling found that there were suddenly some things she could do.

For example, she is no longer a complete bystander, she can control the ice in front of her with her mind.

This is very interesting.

Ling discovered that as long as he made the ice a little thicker, the snow bears would find it difficult to catch the fish under the ice, and they would go hungry and then starve to death, and their numbers would gradually decrease.

On the other hand, if the ice becomes thinner and the snow bear's claws can easily break it, hunting will become very easy and the number of snow bears will increase rapidly.

In other words, you can't have your cake and eat it too.

This was the first truth Ling realized on his own.

Then she fell into deep thought - did she want the fish to survive or the bear to survive?

The answer is not difficult to think about. Ling wants the bear to survive.

She felt that fish were uninteresting, unable to speak or make the same movements as bears. Spirits were most often observed, so snow bears were clearly more interesting and worth observing than fish.

So, Ling chose to help Snow Bear.

As a result, the number of snow bears grew rapidly.

As their numbers increased, they no longer had to worry about food every day, and they no longer had to devote all their energy to hunting. The snow bears had other things to do, and so they quickly became different.

Ling felt that they seemed to have suddenly gained many skills that they did not have before, and could do things that they had never done before.

For example, fighting.

Snow bears used to be extremely rare, struggling to survive every day, doing nothing but hunting and sleeping. But after their numbers increased, they suddenly became different, fighting over things that Ling didn't know about.

But it’s not a life-and-death fight like hunting. It seems like every day is just a fight for the sake of fighting.

Ling didn't know why, but she didn't focus all her attention on the snow bear. During this long period of time, Ling did a lot of things, some of which were spontaneous, and some were... experiments? Like the experiment of controlling the thickness of the ice.

Anyway, with this series of strange operations that even Ling himself couldn't understand, there are no longer just two races in the snowfield: snow bears and fish.

Among them, there emerged a race that was far smarter than snow bears and fish.

Although they didn't have the sharp claws of a snow bear, they could catch fish with sharpened branches. They didn't have the thick fur of a snow bear, but they could hunt snow bears and pluck off their fur to cover themselves. They could even use something Ling had never seen before.

A red thing that can melt snow and burn branches to ashes.

It was like suddenly having a brand new toy, so Ling focused all his attention on this race.

She wanted to see what was so special about this race and what it would become in the end.

Therefore, in many things, Ling helped this new race just like he helped the snow bears in the past.

With her help, the number of individuals of this race gradually increased, just like the snow bears in the past.

In fact, over the years, Ling has helped many races. It’s not because of any special idea, but simply because he wants to have more “toys” in his hands.

However, after these races successfully multiplied and grew with the help of the spirits, they no longer did anything that surprised the spirits.

Until this last race.

They sensed the presence of spirits.

For thousands of years, Ling has always cast her gaze towards the land in front of her, but has never received a return gaze.

She had never thought that she could be "seen" by other races.

But this last race truly "saw" the spirit.

They believed in the existence of spirits, they revered them, and they spoke to them with their babble, a language that had no deterrent effect compared to the roar of a snow bear. Yes, the spirits could sense their emotions and knew they were "speaking" to them.

At that moment, Ling's heart, which had been sealed for a long time, suddenly loosened.

Respond to them, want to respond to them.

Ling thought so.

Respond to them not just with actions, but with words.

For thousands of years, she has always been alone and lonely, but suddenly she has an urgent desire to respond, or even join the race in front of her.

So she began to think of a way.

She carefully observed all the actions of this race, memorized them in her heart, and learned their weak language.

And, watching them take off their clothes and do what makes them happiest in the firelight.

Also, observe their facial features and condense what they think is the most beautiful and perfect form.

Ling wants to use this body to walk out of the mountains that have been frozen for thousands of years, and wants to live with this group of happy people in front of him.

So, after the body was condensed, Ling couldn't wait to inject all his consciousness into it.

Then she lost consciousness and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept.

When she opens her eyes again.

They are no longer here.

Two six two good, cool, ah

When the spirit woke up from its long sleep, it found that they were gone.

She didn't know how long she slept, because to her, it was just a moment, a short nap.

But when I opened my eyes, they were gone.

The snowfield was so different from what it had been before she slept that even she, its owner, could barely recognize it. The snow bears were still there, but now they were a species that could walk upright and use tools, as if they had vanished. There were also some completely new species, like outsiders, that had taken root here.

But she didn't care about these changes. She didn't want to know how the snow bears became like this, nor did she want to know where these races she had never seen before came from. She just wanted to know where the "they" she cared about most had gone.

She was like a little girl who lost her beloved toy after waking up and frantically wanted to find the lost toy.

However, she searched the entire snowfield but couldn't find them, the race called "Aruba".