Heaven-Surpassing Divine Emperor

Jiang Chen passed through the final stage of the Ice Wing Demon Cave at top speed.

Without the interference of the Ice-Winged Demon Insects, Jiang Chen moved incredibly fast. In an instant, he bypassed the winding plank road and arrived at the exit of the Ice Wing Demon Cave.

A dazzling white light filled his vision.

Jiang Chen instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes. After slowly adjusting, he lowered his hand. Ahead, as far as the eye could see, was a vast grassland. Many white, brown, and chestnut-colored horses were leisurely strolling across the verdant fields.

It was boundless, with no end in sight!

At the center of this great grassland stood a majestic, towering snow peak that pierced the clouds!

The snow peak was a lush green below the waist, covered in a carpet of grass.

But from the mountainside up, the green vanished, replaced by a vast expanse of white.

A cap of white snow blanketed most of the peak!

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Three streaks of Flowing Light flashed, and Zhao Hongluan and the other two were sent out by the Black Emperor.

The three of them were stunned for a moment, then all looked toward the vast grassland before them.

Gazing at the endless plains, everyone felt their minds become clear and vast, as if merging with the boundless expanse.

"This feels so comfortable!"

"The wind here... it feels like I’m in my mother’s embrace!"

Purple Wind Frost and Zhao Hongluan said with their eyes narrowed in enjoyment.

Zifeng Jun also nodded, his eyes slightly narrowed.

After reveling in the moment, they all looked toward the majestic snow peak in the distance. The expressions of Zifeng Jun and Purple Wind Frost changed abruptly. A look of shock and uncertainty flashed in both their eyes, and they immediately fell to their knees. They prostrated themselves, kowtowing repeatedly toward the snow peak while uttering devout prayers.

Jiang Chen and Zhao Hongluan exchanged a glance but didn’t speak, not wanting to disturb them.

Only after their ritual ended did Jiang Chen ask, "Zifeng Jun, do you recognize this snowy mountain?"

"Yes!"

Zifeng Jun nodded. "This is the Holy Mountain of our Icefield Race. According to legend, this is the true birthplace of our people. However, after some great upheaval, our ancestors drove all of the Icefield Race out of the Ancestral Land. This Holy Mountain then became our clan’s Celestial Burial Land. Only the most powerful and highly respected powerhouses can be buried here!"

Purple Wind Frost said with regret, "Before we came, my father gave the Space Compass containing our ancestors’ remains to Zifeng Jie. Even if we wanted to bring their remains to the Holy Mountain now, we can’t."

"A Compass?"

Jiang Chen paused, then took out the Compass he had "borrowed" from Zifeng Jie. "Is this it?"

"Ah?"

"That’s it! How do you have it?"

The two of them exclaimed in shock.

Jiang Chen rubbed his nose and explained, "I killed Zifeng Jie..." He paused, then asked awkwardly under their strange gazes, "He was the Clan Leader’s Direct Disciple, after all. You don’t have a problem with me killing him, do you?"

"Hahaha..."

Zifeng Jun laughed heartily. "Don’t worry! I couldn’t be happier that you killed Zifeng Jie!"

"Good riddance!"

Purple Wind Frost was even more direct.

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes, then said, "Let’s get back to this Celestial Burial Land."

"Right!"

Zifeng Jun nodded and pointed reverently at the white, snowy mountain with both hands. "The Icefield Race has three types of burials: earth burial, Ice Burial, and celestial burial. Earth burial is for punishing criminals within the clan. Burying them in the earth is the most severe punishment for the Icefield Race. As for Ice Burial, that involves sealing the remains in an Ice Coffin and interring them within a glacier. And celestial burial... in my clan, only the most elite and respected individuals are worthy of such an honor!"

"Celestial burial means placing the remains on the Holy Mountain. A Divine Bird will descend upon the mountain, devour the remains, and carry the Heroic Spirits of our ancestors up to the Nine Heavens!" Purple Wind Frost said with a look of reverence.

Jiang Chen and Zhao Hongluan exchanged another look.

Different races truly had vastly different cultures and customs.

For the Human Race, being laid to rest in the earth was the highest honor.

’But for the Icefield Race, an earth burial is for criminals?’

Jiang Chen shook his head and said, "Let’s get going. I see a lot of people are already heading for the Holy Mountain!"

"Okay!"

Everyone nodded and immediately flew across the vast grassland at top speed.

They tore through the air.

...

The Holy Mountain.

Majestic and imposing, it towered into the clouds.

As soon as Jiang Chen and his group reached the foot of the Holy Mountain, they were forced down from the sky, landing on the ground.

A mysterious power in the air above the Holy Mountain blocked flight.

Even a Human Emperor Realm powerhouse would have to climb step by step, unable to fly.

"There seems to be some kind of mysterious power on this Holy Mountain..."

"Just arriving here makes you feel as if your very soul is being elevated!"

"I heard the greatest opportunity in the Profound Celestial Ancestor Realm is this Holy Mountain!"

"I’ve heard that too. Supposedly, there’s a miraculous Spiritual Spring on the Holy Mountain. If you bathe in it, your soul can be elevated..."

"Someone once drank the Spirit Liquid from the Spiritual Spring and directly condensed their Divine Soul, stepping into the realm of a Grandmaster of Divine Thought!"

"That has to be an exaggeration! How could such a potent Spirit Liquid exist in this world?"

From time to time, such discussions could be heard on the Holy Mountain.

Jiang Chen’s earlobes twitched, a sharp glint in his eyes. ’Spirit Liquid that can elevate the soul? If I find it, I’ll have to fight for it. It might even allow me to break through to the Tier Five Spirit King realm!’

Jiang Chen licked his lips.

’A Spirit King!’

This was a realm above the Grandmaster of Divine Thought: Spirit King, Spirit Emperor, and Spirit Emperor!

However...

How difficult was it to achieve the Spirit King realm?

As far as Jiang Chen knew, there didn’t seem to be any Spirit King powerhouses on the entire Eastern Continent!

That was a Divine Thought Master strong enough to contend with a Human King Powerhouse!

They climbed continuously.

After climbing for three full days and nights, Jiang Chen and his group finally arrived at the Holy Mountain Peak.

Although everything from the mountainside up was covered in pure white snow, with drifts dozens of meters deep in places, there wasn’t a trace of snow on the peak. There wasn’t even any wind. The sky was clear and bright. The peak was a flat, empty plateau, slightly sunken in the center.

There was nothing else!

"This is the so-called Holy Mountain?"

"Weren’t we told there was a Spiritual Spring? Why is there nothing here?"

"Who told me this was the greatest opportunity in the Profound Celestial Ancestor Realm? Show yourself! I promise I won’t beat you to death..."

The crowd had climbed to the Holy Mountain Peak full of expectations, only to find it completely empty. Disappointed, they began to clamor.

Jiang Chen frowned as well.

He had expected to find the Profound Celestial Ice Marrow, or at least the Spiritual Spring that could enhance his Soul Divine Thought. But there was nothing. How could he not feel disappointed?

Purple Wind Frost and Zifeng Jun, however, paid no attention to the crowd.

Cradling the Compass, they walked to the center of the peak, placed the Compass on the ground, and knelt. With devout expressions, they silently chanted a Spell of the Icefield Race.

A short while later...

The Compass suddenly emitted rays of purple light, and three bodies appeared on the ground.

An incredibly tyrannical Mystical Power radiated from the three bodies. Even though they had been dead for countless years, they still seemed like Gai Shi overlords who existed in this world.

Jiang Chen’s heart stirred. ’Are these three seniors from the Nine Emperors of the Purple Wind Clan? So they already perished and were stored in the Compass... Such powerful Mystical Power. If I devoured them, I might even be able to break through to Tier Six Secrets. But... I’d better not. They are their ancestors, after all!’

With a wry smile, Jiang Chen dismissed the thought.

And just as the three bodies appeared and Zifeng Jun closed the Compass and stepped back, a silver figure suddenly materialized high in the endless sky above the Holy Mountain...

[Seven more Chapters coming!]