Chapter 217: Snow Empress Appears! The Entire Audience is Shocked
A tempest of spiritual energy raged within the chaotic expanse of Liu Yuan's Sea of Consciousness. His mental force burned at a terrifying, near-exhaustive rate, the sheer friction of his panic threatening to tear his mind apart.
"Elder Electrolux! Answer me!"
Liu Yuan's will thrashed like a trapped beast in a steel cage, repeatedly slamming against the boundaries of his own mind. Outside, reality was ticking down to a fatal second, and he refused to watch his master die.
From the absolute darkness deep within his mental realm, a slumbering silhouette slowly drifted into view. Even in the face of Liu Yuan's frantic state, Electrolux's ancient voice remained an ocean of calm, entirely devoid of urgency.
"Liu Yuan, calm your heart," the old necromancer's voice echoed, smoothing over the turbulent waves of the Sea of Consciousness. "The restructuring of the Snow Empress's Origin has reached a critical stage. Her recovery is proceeding far better than we initially expected."
Electrolux paused, his spectral form shifting slightly. "However, as for exactly how much power she can exert in the physical realm, you will have to ask her directly."
Liu Yuan had no patience for formalities or gentle transitions. He forcefully plunged his consciousness straight into the blinding, ice-blue cluster of light hovering at the center of his mind.
"Snow Empress! You can see the situation outside, can't you?" Liu Yuan's mental voice carried intense, volatile fluctuations, projecting his desperation into the frozen core without a shred of reservation. "My Master is in mortal danger. I cannot—I will not—watch him die here."
From the depths of that brilliant blue silhouette, a voice as cold and haughty as a glacial peak rang out, chilling his burning thoughts.
"I have perceived everything. My Origin has only just begun to stabilize, and my current state remains incredibly fragile." The Snow Empress's tone was measured, carrying the absolute authority of a sovereign. "If I force myself to act, I can detonate my full combat strength for a brief window. But this state cannot be sustained. If I linger in the outside world for too long, the backlash of overdrawing my Origin will force me back into a deep slumber."
Liu Yuan's consciousness trembled. Through his physical senses, he could see the Execution Platform. Death God Douluo Ye Xishui had already hoisted the Tower of the Death God, its muzzle aimed directly at Du Busi's prone form.
"I understand," Liu Yuan replied, his mental voice hardening into absolute resolve. "Snow Empress, as long as you can save my Master today, I, Liu Yuan, will owe you a life debt. No matter what you ask of me in the future, as long as it is within my power, I will tear the heavens apart to fulfill it!"
The Sea of Consciousness fell into a deep silence. When the Snow Empress spoke again, her icy tone carried a faint, unmistakable trace of pride.
"Keep your favors. I have no need for them. Since I agreed to protect your path back then, I will not go back on my word." The ice-blue light flared, expanding outward with a terrifying chill. "If you wish for me to save him, then I shall save him. That is my duty. There is no need to barter with conditions."
His consciousness snapped violently back to reality.
Out on the bloodstained square, time seemed to stretch into agonizingly thin fragments.
Death God Douluo Ye Xishui stared down at the fallen Du Busi, her face an expressionless mask of pale marble. The pitch-black, Level 9 soul tool in her grasp—the Tower of the Death God—hummed with a catastrophic frequency. It was already fully charged.
Ominous crimson light pulsed rapidly through the complex grooves carved into the tower's metallic body. A massive, suffocating surge of energy gathered at the dark muzzle. The surrounding air let out a high-pitched, overburdened shriek, the very fabric of space warping and compressing to its absolute breaking point under the sheer density of the attack.
Without a single flicker of emotion, Ye Xishui's slender finger gently squeezed the trigger.
A blinding, grayish-white beam of concentrated annihilation erupted from the tip of the Tower of the Death God.
This was no ordinary attack. It was a strike fueled by the apex power of a Level 99 Limit Douluo, perfectly synchronized with the devastating amplification of a pinnacle Level 9 soul tool. Everywhere the beam passed, the reinforced wooden planks of the Execution Platform vaporized into nothingness. Fine, thread-like black cracks spiderwebbed through the air itself, leaving a trail of shattered space in the beam's wake.
If that light touched him, Du Busi's head would be erased from existence.
"Damn it! Get out of my way!"
At the edge of the chaotic battlefield, bloodshot eyes bulged from Elder Chen's face. Seeing the beam fire, he erupted with every last drop of his spirit power, his muscles bulging as he violently smashed an Evil Soul Master away with a desperate backhand.
But before he could take a single step forward, another high-level Evil Soul Master lunged from the shadows, slamming into him and pinning him to the shattered earth.
Elder Chen's face twisted into a mask of pure, helpless agony. "Sect Master!"
A short distance away, huddled against the crumbling remnants of a stone wall, Yan Shaozhe watched the execution unfold. The Shrek Academy Dean's face was deathly pale, his robes soaked in his own blood from severe internal injuries. Yet, as he watched that lethal beam of grayish-white light scream toward Du Busi, a twisted, euphoric glint flickered in his eyes.
He had no idea why Death God Douluo Ye Xishui had suddenly appeared on this battlefield, nor did he care why she wanted the Body Sect Master dead. None of those details mattered to him.
All that mattered was that Du Busi was about to be wiped off the face of the continent.
This arrogant old brute, who had repeatedly humiliated Shrek Academy, who had dragged their 'glory'through the mud and made Yan Shaozhe feel utterly powerless time and time again, was finally going to die like a dog.'Good riddance...' Yan Shaozhe cheered inwardly, his eyes wide and unblinking as he tracked the beam of light. Without him even realizing it, the corners of his blood-stained lips curled upward into a vicious smile.
A deep, intoxicating sense of gratification washed over him. The insufferable arrogance of the Body Sect was finally paying the ultimate price.
But in that exact microsecond—
Wring—
A bizarre, high-frequency hum blanketed the entire square. It wasn't the deafening roar of an explosion, but rather the manifestation of an absolute, bone-piercing cold that instantly suppressed all sound. The ambient temperature plummeted so violently that the very air seemed to freeze solid.
The blinding, grayish-white beam of annihilation abruptly halted less than three meters away from Du Busi's face.
It was a complete stop in the physical sense.
Along the destructive trajectory of the attack, a massive, jagged glacier of thick ice crystals had manifested out of thin air. This was no ordinary ice. It radiated an extreme, primordial cold that felt capable of freezing a person's very soul just by looking at it.
Under the horrified, uncomprehending gazes of thousands, the apocalyptic energy ray—an attack guaranteed to obliterate a Titled Douluo—was completely frozen in mid-air the exact instant it touched that crystalline barrier.
The frost spread with terrifying speed, crawling up the length of the grayish-white beam, enveloping the concentrated energy from tip to tail. A second later, a crisp 'crack' echoed across the silent square.
The invincible beam of light shattered into millions of harmless, glittering ice crystals, raining down upon the ruined platform like snow.
The entire battlefield fell into a deathly, suffocating silence.
Every eye widened to the point of tearing, staring blankly at the sudden, impossible barrier of ice.
There, standing directly in front of the fallen Du Busi, was a figure in white. No one had seen her move; it was as if she had simply stepped out from the void itself.
She wore a simple, yet impossibly noble long white dress that seemed woven from the winter clouds. Her snow-white hair cascaded smoothly down to her waist, framing facial features so flawlessly perfect that the onlookers instinctively lowered their gazes, feeling utterly unworthy of looking directly at her.
She didn't release a single shred of aggressive spirit power. Yet, merely by existing in that space, the temperature within a ten-meter radius dropped to absolute zero.
She was the Snow Empress.
Without so much as a backward glance at the heavily injured Du Busi, she slowly raised her pale, slender hand. With a casual, dismissive wave, the lingering, frozen aftershocks of the Limit Douluo's attack dissipated into the freezing wind.
High above, Death God Douluo Ye Xishui's brow furrowed slightly. The crimson lights on the Tower of the Death God flickered erratically, mirroring the sudden spike of genuine surprise in her cold eyes. Her ultimate strike had been casually swatted away.
Down below, the shock paralyzing the crowd finally broke into a wave of terrified, awe-struck murmurs. The sheer, extraordinary temperament of the woman in white—an icy sovereign reigning over heaven and earth—left them breathless.
"Who... who is that?" a soul master stammered, his teeth chattering from the sudden drop in temperature.
"She's so beautiful... but her aura is terrifying! To think that such an unfathomable existence still walks the Douluo Continent?"
"Heavens... I originally thought that with Mu En dead, Du Busi was the undisputed strongest beneath the heavens. I didn't expect these monstrous, legendary figures to just keep appearing one after another..."
"What exactly is happening to our world today?"
Leaning against his ruined wall, Yan Shaozhe was completely paralyzed. His twisted smile had vanished, replaced by a mask of absolute dread as he stared at the woman's white back.
The pressure radiating from her was suffocating—an ancient, primal weight that was not a single fraction weaker than the oppressive aura of Death God Douluo Ye Xishui.
But as a pinnacle expert of Shrek Academy, Yan Shaozhe quickly noticed something fundamentally different about the energy signatures swirling around the Snow Empress. His pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks. This was not the aura of a human soul master.
It was the aura of a Spirit Beast.
His expression warped into sheer disbelief.
'The Snow Empress of the Far North?!'Yan Shaozhe's mind screamed, his thoughts spiraling into chaos.'Why would the absolute ruler of the frozen wastes be here? And why in the world would she protect Du Busi?!'
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