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Li Xiaonan furrowed her brows as she urged the Spirit Platform, causing the entire snow-capped mountain to appear almost transparent.
Inside the icy rock walls lay an empty space.
The inner walls were thickly coated with frost, and the icicles clinging to the rock resembled a spider's web, extending toward the center where a sharply defined ice crystal was suspended.
This ice crystal hung in the cave like a heart.
Within it was a beautiful woman, her Azure Silks cascading down like a waterfall. The ethereal outline of her hair alone was breathtaking.
She wore a simple blue garment that accentuated her flawless, jade-like skin. Her features were reminiscent of Zhao Lingshan, yet unlike Zhao Lingshan, she exuded a serene and sacred aura rather than an enchanting allure.
Inside the ice crystal, she lay with her eyes closed, as if peacefully asleep.
Her azure serpent tail coiled languidly around her, everything around them frozen in time, filled with tranquility yet steeped in endless solitude.
Li Xiaonan retracted her consciousness and said, "Xian'er, your mother is indeed inside."
Sun Wukong quickly replied, "Did you see her?"
"Yes, she looks exactly like Zhao Lingshan; it can't be wrong."
“Ha ha ha, great! Great! Master, I will rescue you right now!”
Sun Wukong laughed heartily as he soared into the sky, his Golden Staff suddenly expanding to a size even thicker than the Snowy Ridge Divine Mountain.
Seeing this, Li Xiaonan immediately wrapped his arms around Yuan Xian'er’s slender waist and flew backward.
With that strike, the surrounding area would surely be affected.
The recoil from the impact was nothing for his Divine Body, but it was no joke for Yuan Xian'er.
Chen Yaojin glanced over and quickly became clever, slipping behind Li Xiaonan. “Boss, that monkey looks thin, but he’s quite strong. He can swing such a thick staff.”
Li Xiaonan nodded; the Victorious Buddha of Combat was indeed formidable.
He had been a childhood idol in his mind.
Yet despite this, a sense of unease lingered in Li Xiaonan's heart. As his cultivation grew, his spiritual awareness became increasingly sharp.
He felt that while Sun Wukong was powerful, breaking through this unassuming snowy mountain would still be somewhat difficult.
As if to confirm his feelings, the massive Golden Staff gleamed with golden light and struck down hard on the Snowy Ridge Divine Mountain.
“Boom!”
A tremendous roar echoed as an avalanche suddenly descended, burying Sun Wukong alive.
Looking again at the divine mountain, a faint golden light clung to its intact surface, forming a mysterious barrier that shimmered in and out of visibility.
Sun Wukong's heavy blow didn’t even dislodge a single stone.
Just how solid was this rock wall?
“Master!” Yuan Xian'er cried out in panic.
“Whoosh!”
A beam of golden light burst forth from the pristine white snow.
“Pfft! How can this mountain be harder than my Golden Staff?” Sun Wukong spat out the icy remnants from his mouth and shook his body, causing the snow clinging to his fur to fall away in flurries.
He pouted, feeling an immense sense of loss as he touched the Golden Staff.
That golden rod had actually bent from being straight.
Li Xiaonan couldn't help but mutter to himself: It seems that crazy woman was telling the truth; without a divine artifact, this sacred mountain really can't be split apart.
But where could he find a divine artifact now? He hadn't even been to the divine realm, let alone found a divine artifact.
It would be more likely for him to go insane right here.
However, at this point, giving up was not an option.
With a flick of his right hand, Li Xiaonan grasped the Carefree Fan.
He pondered: The Carefree Fan had already shed its identity as a Celestial Artifact and now possessed Universal Star Power. He wondered how its power compared to that of a divine artifact.
Gently stroking the smooth ribs of the fan, he murmured, “Whether we can rescue the Mother of the Mountain depends on you.” With that, he leaped into action.
Chen Yaojin immediately clapped and cheered, “Boss is awesome! Boss is mighty!”
Li Xiaonan shot him a glance and said, “Take care of your sister-in-law.” With that, he flicked his wrist, and the Carefree Fan suddenly opened, shimmering with a faint silver light—this was the power of Universal Star Power.
Using the fan like an axe, he executed a series of Exorcism Eighteen Strikes, each strike infused with dark golden blades of Stellar Power, landing one after another upon the sacred mountain.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The eighteen strikes reverberated through the air, and even Yuan Xian'er and the others, suspended in midair, could feel the earth-shattering vibrations.
Sun Wukong looked at the billowing smoke, stroking his chin as he remarked, "This kid is impressive. If that Exorcism Eighteen Strikes hit me, I’d probably be knocked out too."
Hearing Sun Wukong's praise, Yuan Xian'er couldn't help but smile broadly, her heart swelling with joy. Her inner thoughts were: If even Master praises Xiao Nan like this, he must be able to rescue Mother.
However, this joy did not last long; it dissipated along with the smoke from the divine mountain.
The divine mountain remained just a small mound of earth, showing no signs of change whatsoever.
Li Xiaonan's Exorcism Eighteen Strikes had not even left a faint mark.
He couldn't help but sigh in disappointment, muttering to himself, "Is it really not enough... Is it because I lack a divine artifact or is my cultivation insufficient?"
As he spoke, he stirred his Inner Demon. In an instant, his black eyes transformed into white ones. His expression turned grim and somewhat ferocious. He shouted loudly, twisting his wrist as powerful dark golden blades shot forth from the Carefree Fan.
With another tremor shaking the ground and the smoke clearing away, the divine mountain remained unscathed.
Li Xiaonan sighed again, thinking to himself: It seems that without a divine artifact, it really is impossible.
"Hey! You’re all using the wrong weapons! To split a mountain, you need an axe!" Chen Yaojin boisterously lifted his shirt hem and spat into both hands, rubbing them together with a grin.
He shouted loudly as he summoned the Heavenly Opening Axe, gripping the handle tightly and roaring, "Here I come!" He then charged directly at the divine mountain.
Sun Wukong flew over to Li Xiaonan's side with Yuan Xian'er and frowned. "Is your little brother out of his mind? If we can't do it, how can he split the mountain with that broken axe?"
Li Xiaonan shook his head and said, "I don't know; let's just let him try."
"Yah!" Chen Yaojin shouted, gripping the Heavenly Opening Axe tightly as he swung it forcefully at the divine mountain.
Instead of the usual thunderous roar, all that followed was a scream from Chen Yaojin.
"Ouch!" Chen Yaojin was rebounded by the protective divine light of the mountain.
Li Xiaonan frowned slightly and quickly flew over to catch him.
Chen Yaojin grinned through the pain, saying, "It's splitting! My palm is going to split!"
Sun Wukong was about to mock him when his gaze happened to catch sight of something on top of the divine mountain. His mouth dropped open in shock; the roundness up there could definitely swallow a Kiwi whole.
He exclaimed, "It's splitting! The mountain... it's splitting!"
Li Xiaonan tightened his grip, shifting his gaze to the divine mountain. Indeed, there was a long mark about ten meters long and ten centimeters deep left on the mountain's surface.
Although it was merely a scratch for the divine mountain, it undoubtedly represented hope for Li Xiaonan and his companions.
"It hurts! It hurts! Boss, stop pinching me!"
Hearing Chen Yaojin's cries of distress, Li Xiaonan finally realized he was pinching the soft flesh at his waist.
He chuckled awkwardly and immediately released Chen Yaojin. "Sorry, Little Jin. I accidentally borrowed your Heavenly Opening Axe to take a look."
Chen Yaojin, feeling frustrated, touched his own body and handed the Heavenly Opening Axe to Li Xiaonan.
This Heavenly Opening Axe was originally a gift from Li Xiaonan to Chen Yaojin. At that time, he thought the axe was made of special materials, but nothing else seemed unusual.
Now, upon reacquiring the Heavenly Opening Axe, the divine tree in the Spirit Platform actually stirred.
Li Xiaonan's hand slowly brushed over the eight characters engraved on the axe handle.
"Open the heavens and split the earth; I alone am supreme."
Li Xiaonan couldn't help but smile, pondering: I once thought you were arrogant, but it turns out you truly have such capital. I am even called a Master Artifact Refiner, yet I have held this divine weapon without recognizing its worth.
Sun Wukong also leaned forward to take a look. "What's so special about this axe? That crazy woman said only a divine artifact can split the divine mountain. Could this be a divine artifact?"
After a moment of silence, Li Xiaonan shook his head. He tried to communicate with the Heavenly Opening Axe's Spirit Tool using his Mental Power, but unfortunately, there was nothing but silence within the axe. Not even a mature Spirit Tool could be found; not even an embryo of a Spirit Tool was visible.
If it were truly a divine artifact, how could it lack a Spirit Tool?
Moreover, this axe's craftsmanship was ordinary; even if it were to return to its original state, it had clearly been overly simplified and was entirely crafted by a Cultivator.
He swung the Heavenly Opening Axe twice and said, "It can't be considered a divine artifact; at most, it's just a Demigod weapon."
Li Xiaonan's speculation was entirely correct. The Heavenly Opening Axe had indeed once been a divine artifact, but after being damaged and falling to the mortal realm, it was picked up by a Cultivator who melted down the original divine artifact and reforged it into this Heavenly Opening Axe.
Sun Wukong scratched his head anxiously. "I don't care whether it's a divine artifact or a Demigod weapon; as long as it can split this divine mountain, that's all that matters!"
Li Xiaonan weighed the Heavenly Opening Axe in his hands and said, "Let me try to sever your connection with the Heavenly Opening Axe, Little Jin."
"Oh," Chen Yaojin replied, completely obedient to Li Xiaonan's request.
Although the Heavenly Opening Axe was his Destined Artifact and he felt reluctant to sever their bond, a single word from Li Xiaonan was enough to make him brave any danger.
Without hesitation, he cut off his connection with the Heavenly Opening Axe and said, "Alright, boss."
Li Xiaonan nodded, gripping the Heavenly Opening Axe as he soared into the sky. Taking a deep breath, he forcefully infused his Demigod power into the Heavenly Opening Axe and struck down towards the divine mountain.
The mountain trembled slightly, causing several rocks to tumble down.
Seeing that it was working, Li Xiaonan swung the axe again and again, each strike landing on the original mark until the thirty-sixth blow, when the handle of the Heavenly Opening Axe broke apart from the head, even the blade itself began to crack.
When he delivered the thirty-seventh strike, the Heavenly Opening Axe was completely destroyed, shattering into countless fragments that scattered everywhere.
"Oh no, my axe!" Chen Yaojin lamented as he released his Ghostly Aura to gather the pieces into his embrace.
At that moment, Li Xiaonan had no time to care about such things because the divine mountain finally split open.
"Boom! Boom!"
The thunderous sound echoed through the skies as blinding golden light shot out from within the mountain. It resembled a peach that had been cleaved in two, revealing its core inside.
Beauty in the Ice slowly opened her eyes.
A line of poetry suddenly surfaced in Li Xiaonan's mind: "The gentle breeze arrives; the water waves remain still."
The pair of beautiful black eyes quietly gazed at everything before her. Zhao Lingyue slowly moved, and a thin crack appeared on the icy crystalline ridge formed by her serpent tail.
"Crack, crack."
With each crisp sound, the fissures grew more numerous and larger until, with a final "bang," it shattered completely.
Zhao Lingyue looked up at the faint light of dawn that had just emerged and murmured to herself, "How long have I been asleep, Yuan Pu?"
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