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Chapter 309: Bone Peak
The ancient artifact, radiating a faint energy, resembled two joyful fish swimming in a circular dance around each other.
They emitted different glows; one shone brilliantly like a phoenix engulfed in flames, while the other sparkled with a pure, snowy brilliance.
Watching this unique ancient artifact move as if it were alive, it flickered like a star in the night sky, yet no one seemed able to reach it.
"Look at that energy radiating; it's quite tempting," Sebella said, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply as if entranced. "Shall we go take a look? We might stumble upon something unexpected."
With that, she revealed a smile that was intriguing, leaving one to wonder whether it was anticipation or something else entirely.
Lu Fei Fan frowned. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this girl was not simple; especially when she smiled, she resembled a little devil.
"Don't worry, I just sensed that the energy fluctuations earlier seemed to resonate with you," Sebella said earnestly, gazing at Lu Fei Fan. She had to admit that during their brief interaction, she couldn’t see through his true strength at all.
He appeared to be at the level of a Top War General, but in reality, his displayed power was on par with that of a near-Demigod. If he were to advance to Demigod status, his strength would likely surpass that of an average Demigod.
Sebella was naturally sensitive to power; discerning someone's upper limits was an innate gift of hers.
Lu Fei Fan was also slightly surprised; he indeed felt an inexplicable pull from the glowing object that seemed to be calling out to him.
"Let’s go," Sebella said confidently as she strode forward, showing no concern about potential traps or mechanisms ahead.
The two approached the stairs beneath the towering structure. The winding stairs were grand and not suited for human strides. They were laid out like rough-hewn stone blocks, uneven and covered in dust. As they climbed, their footsteps echoed throughout the circular hall.
The two of them reached the top of the tower, and as they got closer, they could finally see what the red and white lights were that danced around each other.
It was two circular blades!
They had a unique design; the white flying blade resembled a long dragon covered in thorny scales. It appeared to be about a foot in diameter, with its outer edge gleaming sharply.
The red blade was also quite distinctive, resembling a fiery phoenix spreading its Feathered Wings as it soared. The edges of its Feathered Wings curved elegantly, forming a sharp blade-like structure at the tail.
"Dragon soaring, phoenix dancing," Lu Fei Fan couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"Ah." Sebella, however, seemed uninterested in the two flying blades. Instead, her attention was drawn to a tall figure seated in a high-backed chair, clad in White Skeleton armor. She seemed to have noticed something.
Lu Fei Fan turned to see her reaching out toward the skeleton.
"Wait." He blurted out, but it was too late.
Suddenly, a powerful force erupted from the center, and a whirlwind of dust was swept up around them.
The howling wind sliced through the air like a blade, and in an instant, Lu Fei Fan found himself on a snowy mountaintop, surrounded by a white expanse of snow-covered valleys. Blinding snowflakes swirled chaotically from the murky space around him.
"Who dares to intrude upon my domain?" A chilling voice echoed as the howling winds momentarily ceased.
Lu Fei Fan drew his Whale Devouring Sword and stepped forward. Before him lay an expansive mountaintop shrouded in thick fog. As he approached, he discovered two rows of inverted objects emerging from the mist—frozen giant beast carcasses!
And were those towering structures the ribs of colossal beasts?
Lu Fei Fan was uncertain, but he felt as if his ribs formed a grand hall, at the end of which sat a shadowy figure.
"Is it you?" The voice of the figure echoed through the snow and mist.
Lu Fei Fan stopped in front of Bone Peak. He could see clearly now; seated in a tall ice-carved throne within the Skeleton Beast's framework was a tall man dressed in a white robe, his skin dark and his features striking.
As if aware that Lu Fei Fan would not advance any further, the man waved his hand from the back of the ice throne.
In an instant, a massive invisible force field enveloped both of them, dispersing the frost and mist, allowing Lu Fei Fan to see the man clearly.
The man had an ethereal presence, his face handsome with a fair complexion and exquisitely sculpted features that were almost feminine. If it weren't for his earlier words reminding Lu Fei Fan that he was indeed a man, Lu Fei Fan would have certainly mistaken him for a woman.
"Who are you?" Lu Fei Fan asked warily, keeping his gaze fixed on him.
The handsome man in the white robe remained indifferent, as cold as the surrounding air, showing no expression from beginning to end. He rested his chin on his hand, seemingly intrigued by Lu Fei Fan.
"Intruder, die." The White Man raised his hand indifferently. Suddenly, Lu Fei Fan sprang into action as the ground erupted violently beneath him, sharp ice spikes shooting up from below.
However, Lu Fei Fan's Whale Devouring Sword unleashed a fierce blade that descended like a raging dragon!
"Hmm?" The man seemed to sense something and suddenly stood up, raising his hand!
Clang!
His hand transformed abruptly into a scaled beast's armor!
Lu Fei Fan was shocked to find that the beast claw conjured by his opponent had easily grasped his Whale Devouring Sword!
Moreover, the Pulse Energy of the Whale Devouring Sword had completely extinguished!
The Whale Devouring Sword trembled slightly in his grip before it was suddenly snatched away by the White-Robed Man. With a flick of his wrist, the sword shot off like a living fish, racing around the peak of the snowy mountain before finally stopping right in front of him, aimed directly at Lu Fei Fan!
“How is this possible?” Lu Fei Fan found it hard to believe that the Whale Devouring Sword was under the control of his opponent's Pulse Energy!
At that moment, the White-Robed Man took a single step forward, and an overwhelming chill surged forth, causing the surrounding ground and buildings to creak as if frozen in place.
Lu Fei Fan stepped back, but countless icicles appeared in the air, quickly forming around him, all aimed at him. The ice beneath his feet began to freeze solid, rendering him unable to move. To make matters worse, his Whale's Breath seemed completely ineffective.
Lu Fei Fan dared not move for the time being; his opponent could easily kill him, yet he did not strike immediately.
“Let me see,” he said as he walked up to Lu Fei Fan and raised his hand, the cold fingertips gently poking Lu Fei Fan's forehead.
Countless memories surged forth like a tidal wave, flowing into the White-Robed Man’s finger. His eyes turned into a chaotic white as he witnessed numerous memories of Lu Fei Fan—from when he first encountered the Metal Ball to where he obtained Fu Mai Xi Shu, even recalling his experiences with Shui Que in the desert. All of it unfolded before him like a rapid slideshow.
“Hmm?”
As he sifted through these memories, he suddenly halted; one particular scene caught his attention.
It was Lu Fei Fan discovering the spirit of a woman in a tomb excavated by Indigenous Crazy Horse.
She appeared like a hologram as Lu Fei Fan replayed the moment again, especially the poem she had recited at the end reemerging vividly.
“Snow Covers Flower Mountain's Dangerous Tower,” the snow scattered across several places in the Yao River. Night after night, I dream of the Monarch, a figure in white with a murderous aura sweeping across the battlefield. Time and again, I wait for the Monarch to arrive, yet all I see is the wind and snow, not the figure in white. Born to meet again without a set date, my lord shall return, and we will recognize each other once more in this world.
The White-Robed Man withdrew his finger, as if he had suddenly lost interest. Lu Fei Fan could clearly sense a shift in the other’s emotions.
By the time Lu Fei Fan regained his senses, he found himself back in his seat. The White-Robed Man looked at him, seemingly unaffected by the earlier emotional turmoil.
“It seems she led you to me,” he said.
Lu Fei Fan did not respond; he was unsure who this “he” referred to. However, it was clear that this presence had lifted all his restraints, melting away the ice that had frozen half of his body, along with the icicles aimed at him that had now dissipated.
“Fine, if it’s you, then so be it,” he said with a hint of resignation.
Suddenly, a void reached out and pulled Lu Fei Fan toward it. The claw that materialized pierced through Lu Fei Fan's body effortlessly, causing him to gasp in shock as he struggled against it.
“Stop resisting; this is my spiritual domain. You cannot fight back,” the White-Robed Man said coldly, one hand penetrating Lu Fei Fan while the other supported his chin calmly.
“You!” Lu Fei Fan refused to give up, twisting his body in defiance, but that hand felt like a black hole absorbing him entirely.
“Are you sure you want to resist fate?” The long-haired man in white suddenly raised his head and furrowed his brow. “The Whale Devouring Sword in your hand is mine; Whale's Breath is also mine. The woman you saw at the tomb is my woman. Your destiny is bound to me…”
“What?!” Lu Fei Fan was taken aback. The Whale Devouring Sword and Whale's Breath belonged to him? Could it be that he was…
“The Three Kings' expedition is nothing more than this.” After finishing this sentence, the man abruptly shook his arm, an endless stream of Pulse Energy surged from his body into Lu Fei Fan.
Lu Fei Fan felt an overwhelming power flood into him. He simply could not understand why this man would bestow such strength upon him.
Yet they seemed to be deliberately sealed within the body of Lu Fei Fan. Once he had completed his input, he withdrew from Lu Fei Fan's body. As his hand pulled back, he remained seated, calm and indifferent, as if nothing concerned him.
"Since fate has chosen you, then I give you all that I have. The Thorned Flying Wheel outside is yours as well." With that, the Surrounding Mountain Peaks began to rumble and collapse, and his beast-like Claw started to fall away and dissipate.
"Snow Covers Flower Mountain's Dangerous Tower, gazing across the Yao River where snow falls in several places. In dreams each night, I see the Monarch, a white-robed figure with murderous intent crossing the curtain of war. Time and again the Monarch comes, yet in the wind and snow, the robes are nowhere to be seen. Life should return again without a set date; when you return to this world, we shall recognize each other once more." He rested his chin on his hand, appearing somewhat sorrowful. "Yao, I cannot believe I have kept you waiting for so long. At last, I can leave this place to meet you."
With that, his form slowly faded from the chair, while everything around began to disintegrate. Lu Fei Fan soon plummeted into an abyss.
Suddenly awake.
Lu Fei Fan stood before the chair; the skeleton before him had long lost its eyeballs, its empty eye sockets staring at him.
"So he is Bai Di, the White King!" Sebella said beside him.
At that moment, a loud rumble echoed.
The ceiling of the grand hall was shattered as a mass of black beast-like creatures clawed their way out, standing on the rocks and glaring hungrily at Lu Fei Fan and Sebella.
Booming—
Other places also erupted with similar monstrous creatures, spinning and piercing like beasts. They were all avatars of Wei Chong Yi Shou; however, Lu Fei Fan noticed that their power had increased.
Roar.
They surged forward simultaneously towards Lu Fei Fan.
“Not good, they are coming!” Sebella's face changed dramatically.
Lu Fei Fan remained calm, sheathing the Whale Devouring Sword and making a gesture towards the two spinning discs of ice and fire in midair.
Whoosh.
They suddenly flew away from around Lu Fei Fan and Sebella.
Sebella was instantly stunned, her eyes wide with shock.
But what Lu Fei Fan did next left her even more astonished, her mouth agape in disbelief.
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