Chapter 322 Avalanche! The Prince Charming Returns to the Real World!
Chapter 322 Avalanche! The White Prince Returns to the Present World!
The images that had flashed through Bai Zhou's mind allowed him to vaguely understand why that person had chosen this place to build their dwelling.
One reason was that the snow-capped peaks, piled high with white snow, appeared sacred, perfect for burying the deceased.
Another was that the ruins associated with this place seemed to have some connection to the civilization from which the man originated.
He seemed to be investigating something here, and something seemed to have happened—but all of this was unrelated to the man's last words, so Bai Zhou had no way of knowing.
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If every time he completed a will, he could directly access that person's life story and all their knowledge, then he would either have become a "resurrected ancient person" wearing Bai Zhou's skin but actually possessed by the memories of his predecessors, or a monster filled with knowledge.
But while watching the scenes of those people and eagles, through the comparison of the changes before and after, Bai Zhou could roughly understand that around the time the man was middle-aged, when the Destiny Sequence had reached an unfathomable level, he seemed to have finally investigated something here and encountered something—
and then, from a certain day onwards, the core of the field appeared in the thatched hut.
This seemed to be the result of the man's investigation of this place. Daily close contact with the core of the field, despite his lack of skill as a ritual master, had greatly benefited him. His spiritual energy now carried a mysterious, chilling quality, allowing him to progress rapidly on the adventurer's path.
However—
"Such a powerful being, in the end, was just a pile of bones, dying young, unable to attain immortality—"
Bai Zhou sighed softly.
The current Bai Zhou was determined not to compare himself to the man from back then. That man, after his body began to show abnormalities in his later years, caused an inexplicable transformation in what was originally an ordinary thatched hut simply due to the leakage of this ominous influence.
Even such a man could not attain longevity, far from enjoying the long lifespan that his level of existence should possess. He could only endure the rampage and distortion of his spiritual energy in pain, passing away in regret. The undertaker finally buried himself.
The pollution of the civilized cemetery is one thing, but it also seems to have encountered some problems in its ascent along the path of destiny—ultimately, the two combined to produce a strange chemical reaction, affecting the thatched hut and taking the man's life.
"This is a reminder," Bai Zhou warned himself.
The path of destiny is like walking on the edge of an abyss.
One wrong step, and it's all over. The higher you go, the more hidden dangers lurk!
Never, ever be complacent or arrogant.
Without a clear and systematic path ahead, Bai Zhou would never take a step lightly.
Shaking his head, Bai Zhou came back to his senses, his gaze fixed intently on the cold, dark blue core of the field before him.
The man was able to bind the core of the field here because of his great power.
Bai Zhou clearly did not possess such strength.
The reason he had this ambition was actually because—
after the thatched hut disappeared, the core of the field began to emit a few buzzing sounds from time to time, the frequency of the vibrations becoming less stable and irregular compared to before.
The thatched hut itself was not the seal binding the core of the field. That seal was silent and invisible, difficult to identify yet extremely powerful, tightly attached to the core of the field, fixing it here.
However, after prolonged contact, the thatched hut naturally developed a subtle connection with the seal.
So, after the thatched hut was disturbed, the wind and snow from the outside world seeped in, slightly altering the comfortable ecosystem that the seal had maintained, which caused the core of the field to become restless.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
Naturally, it wanted to seize the opportunity to break through this seal, even if the opportunity was fleeting and extremely slim, the core of the field had waited for this day for far too many years.
In fact, for Bai Zhou, whether the core of the field could break through this seal or not was irrelevant. It was only important to wait until Bai Zhou was powerful enough to collect the core. As long as the core of the field was still on this snow mountain, he could naturally find it. There was no need for the core to remain here forever.
What he lacked was the ability to collect the core now.
But now, under Bai Zhou's gaze, the core of the field was invisibly clashing with the seal.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
The eerie blue light flickered in mid-air, sometimes transforming into myriad forms, sometimes fluttering ice butterflies, sometimes flapping ice birds, sometimes floating ice flowers, all of which were reflected deep in Bai Zhou's eyes.
If the core could truly break the seal, it would naturally face its weakest moment, giving Bai Zhou an opportunity.
Therefore, Bai Zhou actually hoped the core could break the seal, and the sooner the better, ideally seeing a result on this matter before he left.
"Crack—Crack—Crack—"
Under Bai Zhou's gaze, the core of the field swelled and shrank.
Expanding, shrinking.
Expanding, shrinking.
The struggle between the core and the seal cycled back and forth.
Suddenly!
"Ding—Dong—"
A sound like pearls falling onto a jade plate, or like ice suddenly cracking, reached Bai Zhou's ears.
The seal wasn't broken, but it seemed to have been slightly breached.
Immediately afterward, a chilling aura overflowed, invisible ripples spreading outwards, an extremely cold feeling engulfing Bai Zhou's entire body, causing his mind to freeze for a moment.
This—this—is—this—the true power of the field core?
With an extremely slow thought process, Bai Zhou trembled as he thought this.
Not only that, but the icy ripples seemed to be sending out something, summoning something—
"—Not good!"
Suddenly, Bai Zhou's hair stood on end. His life-or-death intuition sounded a piercing alarm, as if something extremely terrifying was about to attack along with the signal from these icy ripples. "Boom!"
A huge tremor suddenly came from beneath his feet, a deafening roar reaching Bai Zhou's ears. Something seemed to awaken on the snow-capped mountain peak beneath his feet, and then began to move towards the surface.
"Boom!!!"
The ground suddenly shattered, countless cracks opening in the distance, as if the entire mountain had been smashed open from the inside. Massive amounts of snow and frozen soil were suddenly ripped from the ground by an immeasurable force, all thrown hundreds of feet into the air.
A strong wind blew, sweeping up snow and ice, turning the snow and frozen soil swept into a blizzard that engulfed the entire mountaintop.
For some reason, only the original site of the thatched hut and the cemetery near the white boat remained untouched on the entire snow-covered peak, as if deliberately avoided to desecrate the spirits of the dead.
Then,
something emerged from the enormous fissure in the distance.
It was—
an indescribably enormous white serpent!
It was so large that even just its head emerging made the white boat think that a new mountain range had sprung from the cracked snow-covered peak, and that this mountain range could move and rise. The boundless,
enormous serpentine body emerged segment by segment from the fissure, stretching for an unknown amount of time before finally filling the entire sky and earth, permeating the white boat's entire field of vision. This
terrifying body, hundreds of meters long and tens of meters thick, had only emerged about halfway; if the entire serpent's body were to appear, it would likely be over a thousand meters long!
A giant python, a monstrous python, reaching to the heavens and the earth!
This unexpected guest, appearing suddenly, seemed like a pillar connecting the mountaintop to the sky. Its white scales were actually decaying bone, each scale mottled and cracked, the gaps filled with frozen soil and fragments of bone from an unknown era. The stench of decay and the pale purity created a contradictory coexistence.
This decaying, rotten, pale giant python suddenly appeared on the snow-capped peak, before Bai Zhou, as if "summoned" by the core of the field.
"There's an even bigger one!" Bai Zhou instinctively held his breath.
At this moment, Bai Zhou trembled involuntarily under the terrifying power, the extreme cold and pungent stench engulfing him.
His previous doubts were explained. Just as rare treasures in the mountains are guarded by wild beasts, there must be ferocious creatures lurking near the core of the field.
He finally understood why there were so many statues of "eagles and snakes" on the ruins of this ancient civilization atop this snow-capped mountain.
Clearly, this was not related to the later [Wings of Mourning], but rather to—
this snake!
Undoubtedly, this snake was not alive. Its pale body, seemingly blending into the wind and snow, was actually a patchwork of ghastly white bones, and the stench of decay and rot could be smelled from halfway up the mountain.
It was a corpse, or perhaps a fusion of many corpses, combined with some mysterious "snake" power from the ruins of this pre-civilization, becoming this enormous, terrifying, colossal python!
Before it, Bai Zhou's figure was not even a speck of dust; the difference in size was immeasurable, and the sword in his hand was more laughable than a knife and fork for eating.
This was a specialty of Sunset Graveyard: a corrupted corpse, a "monstrous creature" formed from a shared spirit, usually lurking like the Silver Lion, coexisting with the core of the domain.
Bai Zhou didn't need to guess to know that the man from back then must have fought this python, even snatching the core of the domain from its grasp—Bai Zhou could even clearly see several deep wounds on the python's body, perhaps left by the man from back then!
Perhaps, in its heyday, before it degenerated into a monster, the Wings of Mourning had participated in the hunt for this giant serpent, which calmed it down and, years later, led people to forget its existence.
Until now—
until the Wings of Mourning died, completely announcing the end of that era; until the core of the field revealed its aura, awakening the monster lurking deep within the snow-capped mountains!
But this time, there was no longer that man-like figure to subdue the giant serpent deep within the snow-capped mountains!
"Rumble—
"
The giant serpent's body continued to rise towards the sky. With each inch its body rose from the mountain, a section of the snow-capped mountain collapsed downwards, boulders and ice tumbling down from its body, crashing into the valley one after another.
Then, it raised its head.
That boundless, enormous head, like the peak of a mountain with a shape, slowly rose from the side of the snow-capped mountain's summit, obscuring half the sky.
Its eye sockets had no pupils, only two empty eye sockets, deep within which burned two extremely dark gray lights, like cold, vertical pupils.
It opened its mouth, its fangs mostly decayed and broken, thick, grayish-black saliva hanging from the broken ends.
Then, it turned its head, its cold, vertical pupils locking onto the only living creature standing atop the snow-capped mountain, Bai Zhou, beside the core of the field.
Bai Zhou turned and ran.
He ran without hesitation, fully activating his personal destiny, flying low, his feet occasionally stepping on the smooth frozen ground to accelerate, his legs moving so fast they left afterimages, like spinning wheels of fire—
fortunately, when the man subdued this snow python, he seemed to have left a contingency plan—
even though the snow python's body thrashed wildly in the sky, its ferocity boundless, only half of its body could escape; the lower half remained trapped in the mountain, unable to break free.
This gave Bai Zhou the opportunity to escape.
An invisible ripple seemed to emanate from the horizon. It
was the snow python raising its head towards the sky, as if letting out a long roar. But the sound was so faint that ordinary people could not hear its cry.
Only the snow-capped mountains could hear it.
A deep, long tremor reverberated from the mountaintop to its base.
Then, the snow that had accumulated over millennia on the entire mountain loosened simultaneously with this long roar, and snowdrifts along the ridgeline collapsed in large swaths.
An avalanche had arrived.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!" Bai Zhou shrieked, then abruptly initiated a ritual, summoning the Pegasus.
[The Wrath of Achilles]!
"Whoosh—" The echo of flapping wings pierced the air, and the small wooden horse grew larger in the wind, transforming into a soaring Pegasus.
Pure white, its hooves shimmering like rainbows, its mane trailing a silver ribbon in the wind and snow.
Its majestic form seemed straight out of mythology, its white horse radiating a rainbow of light like a nursery rhyme. The three-meter-tall Pegasus, with its enormous white wings, descended from the heavens to take Bai Zhou home from the brink of disaster.
"Helios—
"
The Pegasus neighed, and Bai Zhou nimbly mounted it.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!" Bai Zhou cursed repeatedly, calculating the time to return. Then he bent down and hugged the Pegasus, shouting for acceleration.
"Accelerate! Accelerate!"
The Pegasus neighed, its wings spread wide, and it launched itself almost vertically from the mountaintop, skimming the ridgeline as it plunged towards the bottom.
Behind them, a white tsunami roared, ready to engulf the heavens and earth.
This was no ordinary avalanche; the surging spiritual energy within was so chaotic that it was difficult to observe. Summoned by the snow python, the avalanche carried a dangerous killing intent capable of sweeping away all those destined for greatness, rushing down in a mighty torrent.
Behind them, the tsunami-like avalanche grew larger and faster, sweeping up all the ruins, frozen soil, and rubble along its path, turning them into a colossal, gray-white wave.
Ahead of the giant avalanche was a towering wall of snow and mist, dozens of meters high. The surging wind pressure within, carrying crushed ice crystals and rock fragments, hurtled towards them, creating a piercing, shrill scream in the air.
The spectacle was incredibly dramatic, attracting the attention of nearby neighbors.
The culprit behind all this, Bai Zhou, was desperately fleeing on his celestial horse, right in front of the relentlessly pursuing avalanche.
This scene truly deserved to be witnessed by more people. A close-up view would only reveal a disheveled young man on horseback fleeing in panic.
But from a macro perspective, one could see the avalanche, like a tidal wave, relentlessly chasing the boy on his celestial horse, as if the entire snow-capped mountain had risen up behind him, reaching out to slam the airborne youth into the earth's core.
Bai Zhou, however, raced down the mountain against the wind and snow, his celestial horse galloping like a rainbow, almost forming a rainbow-colored straight line along the mountain's ridge.
A tiny boy rode a pure white pegasus, soaring through the rainbow, the howling wind and the roar of avalanches filling his ears. On his descent, he seemed to be guiding the massive avalanche—
a scene so magnificent, more fantastical than fairy tales, more epic than epics, a dreamlike event experienced by 99% of the world's chosen ones and 95% of adventurers.
Like a prince on the run, riding his magical white horse, determined to escape the avalanche summoned by his stepmother, the Snow Queen!
"Hercules!"
the pegasus neighed again, its wings suddenly spreading, its speed increasing, and it leaped into the air.
The howling wind rushed into his ears, and the surrounding altitude rapidly increased. At this moment, Bai Zhou, on horseback, raised his gaze, looking across the swirling snow and the deafening roar of the avalanche into the distance—
the perspective was novel; he saw snow-capped mountains and forests, volcanoes and deserts.
Then, in the distance, as if glimpsed in a fleeting moment—
across a terrifying, bottomless abyss in the distance, in the depths of the Sunset Mountains, this graveyard of civilization, a colossal golden mountain range floated in the ancient sky.
Rather than a mountain range, it was more like a gigantic golden lion, seemingly drawn by the commotion, casting a curious glance in their direction.
The golden lion stood in the sky, its four paws treading the air, its feet forming pale golden steps that cascaded downwards, its entire body seemingly cast in gold, surrounded by molten gold-like light that reflected the setting sun, its imposing presence seemingly domineering over the heavens.
Above the golden lion's head stood a golden fox, no more than an ordinary size, perched between the lion's ears, its posture relaxed, as if observing the scenery from its own doorstep.
From afar, the golden fox seemed almost one with the golden lion beneath its feet.
"That lion—?!"
Upon seeing them in the distance, Bai Zhou's expression froze, his heart skipping a beat.
Because, in his vision, the golden lion standing in the sky, trampled under the fox's feet—
was strikingly similar in every feature to the silver lion Bai Zhou had seen before, the one that had lost its cub!
Only this golden lion was much larger, more imposing, and possessed a more youthful and vibrant aura!
There must be a connection between the two!
Just then, a wave crashed behind them, an avalanche erupting with a spray of water, like a raging torrent, crashing directly towards Bai Zhou high in the sky.
Bai Zhou pushed off with both feet, urging his celestial horse to accelerate once more.
The next instant—
"Clang!"
Deep within the graveyard of civilizations, in some unknown ruin, bells rang out one after another.
Evening had arrived.
At this moment, the Hiro Empire experienced the alternation of day and night, the rotation of the sun and moon.
36 o'clock.
"Buzz!"
At the same time, Bai Zhou activated the golden pass in his chest, and a dazzling golden light suddenly shone, enveloping his vision.
The next second, Blue Star appeared, and in the room belonging to Sloth, "Helios!!!" In the room where Crow
waited with his arms crossed and Fang Xiaoxia sat obediently on the edge of the bed in a daze, a very incongruous neighing of a celestial horse suddenly rang out.
Where did that horse neighing come from?
Crow and Fang Xiaoxia subconsciously looked up.
Then, under the unprepared gaze of the two, they saw a disheveled young man returning covered in snow, riding a pure white celestial horse with seven-colored rainbow hooves, rushing in as if fleeing for his life.
Like a prince on a white horse in a fairy tale suddenly appearing in reality, he fell from the sky, covered in dust.
Disheveled, yet strangely, like a dream.
"Clatter—clatter claclatter clatter—"
The horse's hooves clattered on the ground, and the fleeing boy returned in an unfamiliar manner. A huge question simultaneously arose in the minds of Ya and Fang Xiaoxia.
A horse! What a huge horse! A winged horse!
So majestic, so pure, so beautiful—
but, where did you get this horse