Chapter 569: Target, Deep Far North! Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Will Not Be Moved For Now!
Chapter 569: Target, Deep Far North! Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Will Not Be Moved For Now!
The wind howled fiercely.
Da Ming’s massive true form of the Azure Bull Python resembled a giant beast that had broken through the primordial chaos.
The thick cyan scales reflected a cold metallic luster under the sunlight.
The mountains and forests retreated wildly on both sides.
Its huge body crushed across the ground, and its speed reached the absolute extreme.
As expected of one of the overlords of the Star Dou Great Forest, Da Ming lived up to its name.
The efficiency of this travel was simply leaving everyone else in the dust.
Lin Qingmo stood right in the center of Da Ming’s broad head.
The fierce gale high in the sky scraped across like knives.
All of it was blocked by the Soul Power barrier circulating on the surface of his body.
Bi Ji, Zi Ji, and Ah Yin stood behind him respectively.
...
As time passed, the surrounding vegetation began to become sparse.
The green gradually faded away.
At the end of the line of sight, a dazzling, pale white faintly appeared.
The temperature in the air began to plummet drastically.
Even the wind was mixed with tiny ice shards.
Zi Ji perceived the oddity of the route.
That pair of dark purple vertical pupils narrowed slightly, exuding a trace of impatience.
The Abyss Magic Dragon Clan hated these icy places the most.
Her line of sight crossed Lin Qingmo’s shoulders, looking straight ahead at the snow and ice silhouette.
The direction was completely wrong.
This was not the conventional route to the ocean at all.
"Hey, Lin Qingmo, did you give the wrong directions?"
Zi Ji didn’t leave any face at all, directly questioning him.
"You said the entrance to the Sea of Chaos Burials is on Sea God Island."
"That’s a sea area."
"Why are you leading us running desperately north now?"
Hearing this from below, Da Ming’s huge body also paused imperceptibly.
Actually, it wanted to ask too.
But it didn’t dare.
Lin Qingmo crossed his arms, his back held straight, and didn’t even turn his body around.
His gaze steadily watched the increasingly desolate snowfield ahead.
"Sea God Island has an entrance to the Sea of Chaos Burials, but that doesn’t mean it’s the only one."
Lin Qingmo’s tone was extremely indifferent.
Between the lines exuded a confidence of strategizing and holding everything in control.
Zi Ji raised her eyebrows, a trace of extremely dangerous curiosity flashing in the depths of her eyes.
Her red lips curled up: "You still have a private path?"
Lin Qingmo twitched the corner of his mouth: "Sea God Island is too far away, and I know a closer entrance."
"A waterway deep within the Far North hides a secret passage leading directly to the Sea of Chaos Burials."
"This is the route we are going to take."
After hearing these words, Bi Ji’s originally gentle expression changed. A rare solemnity surfaced on her peerless face, and her emerald-green eyes revealed deep worry.
"The Far North is not an unowned wasteland."
"That place is the absolute territory of ice and snow Soul Beasts. The environment is extremely harsh and its xenophobia is extremely strong."
"There are Three Great Heavenly Kings of the Far North."
"Snow Empress, Ice Empress, Titan Snow Demon King."
"These three fellows are all peerless Ferocious Beasts that dominate a region on their own."
"The one with the lowest cultivation is already over 200,000 years old."
"Especially that Snow Empress."
"The ruler of the Snow Empress clan, whose cultivation is close to 700,000 years."
"Fighting in that kind of extreme cold home turf, even Di Tian personally going there might not necessarily be able to steadily gain the upper hand."
Bi Ji gave Lin Qingmo a deep look and directly poured a basin of cold water on him.
"If we really bump into them directly, the trouble won’t be small."
"Their xenophobia towards humans is not a bit less than the Soul Beasts of the Star Dou Great Forest."
Lin Qingmo’s heart skipped a beat fiercely.
Three Great Heavenly Kings of the Far North.
Could he not know?
If he were caught by them, a layer of skin would definitely be peeled off.
Lin Qingmo frantically prayed in his heart not to run into them.
He only prayed to quietly sneak to the passage entrance and teleport directly into the Sea of Chaos Burials, hoping nothing unexpected would happen.
"We don’t look for trouble, we just hurry on our way."
Lin Qingmo took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the palpitations in his heart, and his tone was resolute.
"Restrain all aura."
"As long as we find the icy sea passage, we will go in immediately and never stay."
Zi Ji snorted coldly on the side, flicked her purplish-black long hair, and said no more.
But the militant light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Care whatever Snow Empress or Ice Empress.
If they really fought, her Abyss Magic Dragon Clan would definitely not back down.
...
Wuhun City, Pope’s Palace.
Inside the solemn and dignified grand hall, the light appeared slightly dim.
The air was permeated with a suffocating coercion.
On the lofty Pope chair,
Bibi Dong leaned lazily to the side.
A luxurious Pope long dress outlined an extremely perfect curve.
Her peerless face revealed a majesty without anger in the shadows.
Her white and slender fingertips were tapping absentmindedly on the pure gold armrest.
Every crisp sound echoed within the empty grand hall.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan bowed deeply, his posture respectful to the extreme, not daring to even breathe heavily.
"Your Majesty, Pope."
"Your subordinate is incompetent."
Fine cold sweat seeped from Chrysanthemum Douluo’s forehead, and his voice was tight.
"The remnants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan have fled without a trace."
"Spirit Hall’s secret agents searched the entire surrounding area, and even dispatched the FlyingSpirit Master brigade to conduct a net-like investigation, yet they still couldn’t find their whereabouts."
Failing to finish a task cleanly was a major taboo in Spirit Hall.
Yet Bibi Dong didn’t even lift her eyelids.
"No matter."
Bibi Dong’s voice was as cold as frost, exuding the absolute aura of a superior.
"Destroying Blue Lightning is only the first step, it counts for nothing."
"Keeping a few stray dogs to gasp for a few days won’t be able to stir up any waves either."
Those elites and main forces of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were all dead; whether the remnants lived or died had no impact on the overall situation.
Even if they were allowed to run away, they were just some mice hiding in the gutters.
Hearing that he didn’t need to be punished, Chrysanthemum Douluo finally relaxed his tensed heart by half.
Immediately afterwards, the Battle Intent in the depths of his eyes reignited.
He suddenly stepped forward half a step, actively volunteering.
"Your Majesty, Pope."
"Since the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been eliminated,"
"our layout in the Upper Three Sects has already torn open a huge gap."
"The world is shocked, and all major forces feel endangered."
"Why not strike while the iron is hot, assemble the elites of the Elder Hall and Elder Hall, dispatch heavy troops, and directly take the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
The more Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke, the more excited he became, his feminine words exuding an extreme murderous aura and ferocity.
"Although Ning Fengzhi has wisdom, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect relying solely on Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo cannot stop our elites at all!"
"Two of the Upper Three Sects are gone."
"The remaining Clear Sky Sect, which has closed its mountains and doesn’t come out, is not worth fearing at all!"
"Spirit Hall ruling the world is just around the corner!"
The air within the grand hall seemed to have been ignited by these bold words.
Fanatical emotions were burning.
Bibi Dong finally stopped the action of tapping the armrest.
She slowly raised her eyes.
In those deep, beautiful eyes, not a trace of ripples could be seen as she swept a bland glance at Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Just a single look.
Chrysanthemum Douluo’s bones tightened all over, as if his throat was choked by an invisible giant hand.
He immediately shut his mouth and obediently retreated back to his original position.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will remain untouched for now."
Bibi Dong’s tone was flat.
Yet it was an iron decree that no one could defy.
Chrysanthemum Douluo’s expression stagnated slightly, and his eyes were full of incomprehension.
Such a great opportunity, why not move?
At this moment, it was precisely when the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was most isolated and helpless.
Bibi Dong slightly turned her head, her gaze looking toward the dome outside the hall.
A very faint warmth belonging exclusively to a certain person flashed across the depths of her eyes.
(End of Chapter)
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