Mystical Journey

With his head down, Garen could feel his Scarlet Snow Technique heightening unceasingly, the Plasma Bomb Energy Seed was constantly increasing his Scarlet Snow Technique in a maddening speed. It was nothing like the breakthrough he experienced with potential points when his accumulation was reduced, but instead, he felt an extremely strong force pushing within him increasingly. With the speed of his technique increasing, it was definitely out of the ordinary.

“At this rate, it will take me just a month’s time to advance from my current eleventh level to twelfth level to reach the required standard for the Cold Energy. That’s just slightly slower than the Ancestral Temple!” Garen was shocked after doing a mental calculation using his Energy Machine Imprint.

An ordinary Energy Machinist would take a long time to accumulate energy from the resonance stage to the Inherited Level in order to break through the required standard. If one was not born with talent, one would have to accumulate for an even longer period of time. Using years as the basic time unit, even the most talented prodigy would need around five to six years, and that was if there was no computing power threshold. However, right now, Garen could feel a distinct change in his accumulation in just a short time.

He surveyed his surroundings and started moving around the ruins slowly, he had summoned Black Wolf and it was carrying Blue Pole Star’s sister on its back and following him closely behind.

Carthage had not only brought the Blood Robe people and Leaping Experts, but also a lot of giant apes and groups of masked men dressed in tight, red outfits.

The masked men were incredibly fast, their worst member was at least a Level Three whereas their Junior Captain was probably a Level Four or Five, and one could spot a Resonance-Level one occasionally.

“Haha, this is mine! The advanced Gene Potion!”

Suddenly, a masked man crashed through the wall on the left with another two following close behind.

“How dare you steal from our brother, you must be sick of life!” Without saying further, both of them lunged forward and ganged up. The palm method that they were using was highly agile, seemingly airy and light just like butterflies but once struck by it, the impact would be strong enough to even demolish an entire wall as if the force had the ability to spread.

Those people did not have any energy force field and their breaths were obscure so it was hard to guess which level they were exactly.

Garen’s path was blocked by them as such he stopped altogether to wait for them to end their fight.

The three of them were tangled together, going round after one another. They seem to be from the same sect as they were using the same palm method.

Bang!

A muffled crash sounded. Holding on to the item, the person’s hand trembled and the item flew out of his hand and rolled on the ground before it landed near Garen’s feet. It was a small, crystal bottle, undamaged.

The three of them suddenly stopped fighting and separated from each other, and turned to look towards Garen at the same time. Seeing Garen, fear darted across their eyes.

“So it’s you, Lord Garen. Isn’t it too much that you are concerned with items of ordinary energy machineries and not snatching secret techniques book?”

One of them spoke. He may have addressed Garen respectfully, but his tone sure did not indicate that.

“I am not interested in the things you stole,” Garen said calmly. Carthage mentioned to him before that these external people were just employed temporarily and both parties do not have direct control over each other and call the shots.

The three of them stopped in disbelief. Although they had no clue as to what kind of advanced Gene Potion was kept in that tiny bottle, they were sure that in a middle-class sect like Blue Frost Sect, there would only be at least ten bottles of those. A valuable item as this would cost up to thousands of golden crystals and even the Red Eagle Gene that Garen used to transplant earlier on was nothing comparable to this very item.

Except that Garen’s Red Eagle Gene has been converted into Blood Eagle form and was still a pitch-black whirlpool, he was unsure as to when it would settle down.

In addition to the recent series of big changes in his state of mind, he did not want to complicate issues further by snatching items.

Seeing the evil expressions, Garen frowned and took a step back.

“I am really not interested in it. If you guys want it, be my guest.”

The three of them slowly relaxed as they eyed Garen moving away from the crystal bottle.

“Who knows, maybe he was waiting for the three of us to be wounded and defeated before swooping in to steal the bottle!?” One of the masked men sneered.

After he finished his sentence, the other two looked furious again.

Garen was growing impatient as he sneaked a glance at Carthage above in the sky. Carthage was not even looking his way.

He walked past the crystal bottle on the right side, not wanting to speak further with these greedy bastards.

“Stop him! He’s trying to hide and wait for us to defeat each other!” The person who spoke up earlier yelled wildly. The trio who were fighting heatedly just now instantly darted towards Garen and circled him and the crystal bottle.

“You guys are really annoying me!”

By then, Garen was really pissed. His right palm landed a powerful struck on one of the masked men.

His pure Double-Moon Leveled force field shot out an immense chill that instantly distorted the air, forming the image of a large giant wolf midair which opened its mouth wide as it pounced on the person.

“Electromagnetic Shock Palm!!”

Though the opponent was not as swift as Garen, his reaction was quick as well. As he raised both his palms to defend himself against the upcoming attack, traces of blue electric arcs formed on his palms. Then, a burst of Level-Five energy field surged forwards and formed a translucent wall of energy field gas.

The giant air wolf crashed onto the gas wall. With a heavy crash, the gas wall split apart as the energy field carrying Garen’s Scarlet Snow Technique met the man’s Electromagnetic Shock Palm.

Hu…

The translucent giant air wolf was shattered by the impactful force and scattered into cold energy.

“Humph, is this the power that the chief values? So weak!” The man snickered as he withdrew his palms. But then he saw Garen walked up to the crystal bottle, picking it up and storing it into his Space Equipment.

“You!!” The man wanted to say something but he soon realized that something was off. Lowering his head, he saw that his lower body was frozen in a huge block of ice and he could not move at all. The ice was silently creeping upwards. Worst of all, he could not feel a thing.

Boom!

Enraged and shocked, he focused all his energy on both his palms to smash the dense, ice block but could only chip off its surface. The ice was still creeping upwards and picking up speed.

“Big Brother, save me!”

He cried for help, but nobody responded. Turning his head around, he then only realized the other two were already frozen in two ice blocks.

Crack…

The ice finally covered his head completely. Everything turned dark for the masked man, and he lost all senses.

“What a strong chill…” Garen was slightly shocked. After successfully mastering the Hellfrost Peacock Technique, the increment towards his Scarlet Snow Technique was way beyond his expectations. His mere strength of a Level-Five hit was powerful enough to spread out and freeze three Level-Five Energy Machinists instantly. They did not even have a chance to fight back.

Seeing that, Garen decided to completely release Cold Chaos using his Hellfrost Peacock Technique.

From above, a clear, white ring-like fog was spreading with Garen standing in its middle. Anything that the fog spread onto within a hundred meters range was entirely covered with a thick layer of ice. The ice gleamed as clear as crystal and was dense and solid hard comparable to high-grade metal alloy.

Building tops, ruins, corpses laying around, masked men who were still battling for goods, and Blue Frost Sect disciples who were trying to escape.

Within a hundred meters from Garen, everything and everyone was frozen into thick chunks of ice blocks within two seconds.

Garen controlled the chill while he trudged forward slowly. The hundred-meter chill coated the buildings with a layer of ice and masked men who did not escape in time were frozen into ice blocks.

Some of them who just managed to get their hands on the snatched goods were laughing wildly and were turned into huge blocks of ice in a flash.

Some of them were even in the midst of a violent fight with the Blue Frost Sect disciples when the chill froze them straight away. Some of them noticed something amiss and tried to get away. Parts of their bodies were frozen slightly but it defrosted fast and they managed to flee from the site, terrified by what was happening.

Seeing that Carthage ignored the fact that Garen just killed three masked men, Garen was tired of playing games already and straight up released Cold Region.

With most of his Hellfrost Peacock Techniques’ Cold Region unleashed, those below Level Five could barely last more than a second, whereas Level Five and Resonance Leveled ones were able to hold approximately two to five seconds long. However, the Inherited Leveled ones still managed to scurry away in time.

On the way, Garen simply caught a masked man and asked for directions, then started his journey towards Blue Frost Sect’s confidential database.

Wherever he went with his Black Wolf, the surrounding would be covered by a thick layer of white snow which swiftly froze into ice. It was as if a cold, harsh winter was approaching. All the masked men moved away quietly and avoided his path, only daring to continue snatching outside his range with a slight tinge of fear.

Along the way, everywhere was covered with ice and snow. Though the sun hung high up in the sky, nobody could feel the slightest hint of warmth.

In the city center, Garen left a path of crystal clear ice. The frost was spreading non-stop. Even the Blue Frost Sect disciples were afraid of the extremely cold chill and dare not stay around the area.

Reaching the Blue Frost Sect headquarters at the front of its rotating stone building, Garen saw two masked men standing at the gate, frozen. There was a Blue Frost Sect female disciple laying naked waist down in a pool of blood on the ground, frozen as well. All three of them were dead.

Arriving here, Garen sighed. He suddenly looked up to the right at an abandoned, ruined building. A Blood Robe man was standing there.

“This is a gift to you from the Master.”

The Blood Robe man said in an icy tone as if he was not affected by the chill.

With a flick of his finger, a black-red marble shot out which Garen caught steadily in his hand.

“What’s the use of this?” Garen frowned. He was not bothered that the other person was not affected by his Cold Chaos. After all, he could still strengthen the effect of his Cold Radiation using his Scarlet Snow Technique. He was not at his strongest state, this was just fundamental level.

Only the Cold Radiation Region with the addition of Scarlet Snow Technique was the strongest technique. He was aware that the enemy could still defend his fundamental level Cold Chaos, but they would never be ever to resist his full blasted Cold Energy.

“Absorb it! You will reborn,” the Red Robe man laughed eerily. Leaping backward, he vanished into thin air.

Humph!

Garen was not too excited. Glancing at the black-red marble, he did not use it but instead stored it in his Space Ring.

Not far away within a few hundred meters, inside a decent, small building.

The Blood Robe man suddenly appeared in the second-floor unit.

“What a strong chill!” He shook and a great amount of crushed ice fell from beneath his blood-red robe. Landing on the floor, the ice melted and evaporated immediately.

“Tsk tsk, freezing air… So this is the terrifying part of a Halo-type Energy Machinist!” The other Blood Robe man appeared from nowhere at the empty seat across and gloated. “No wonder Carthage values him. With that kind of wisdom and power, I wonder if his halo is as strong as Red Lotus Queen.”

“How can he be comparable to Red Lotus Queen? Are you kidding me?” The Blood Robe man from earlier on retorted. “Chilled ice has the lowest temperature limit but high temperature has none. Ice cannot contend fire, and this is something all Energy Machinists agree on. The strongest Teacher Ancestor in Scarlet Snow Sect back then practiced Scarlet Snow Technique’s Cold Region to its peak, but he was still defeated by Red Lotus Sect’s powerhouse within ten moves. This incident speaks the truth.”

“I just thought it would be interesting.” The latter Blood Robe man grinned without bothering to defend himself.