pjbooks Chapter 133 The Sleeping Girl
Chapter 133 The Sleeping Girl
The blizzard on the Antarctic ice sheet abruptly stopped the moment the Ice Mystic Immortal Emperor perished.
The howling winds, snow curtains, and ice crystals that had roared in the darkness for countless years seemed to be paused by an invisible hand, suspended in mid-air, motionless. Then, the ice crystals began to transform from the edges into ice-blue specks of light, which scattered faster and faster. Under the illumination of this ice-blue light, the entire ice field resembled a giant ice lantern that had been lit.
The colossal hole blasted by the Primordial Sword Light in the spherical dome of space faced the starry sky above the South Pole. The ice, which had remained frozen for millennia, began to crumble from the edges of the hole, the shattered ice crystals transforming into icy blue specks of light as they fell.
Jiang Chen stood in the center of the altar ruins, the Primordial Sword hovering beside him, six stars slowly rotating on the hilt. Golden Zhou Tian Starfire, dark red Burning Silence Fire, and icy blue Ice Profound Power intertwined on the sword, forming a three-colored halo that illuminated the entire spherical space as if it were daytime.
He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing the collapsing giant hole in the dome. The Primordial Sword emitted a clear, melodious sword cry, and three beams of light surged from its blade, spreading, penetrating, and solidifying along the edge of the giant hole. At the last moment before the ice shattered, it reinforced the structure of the entire spherical space from the physical level to the level of laws.
The seal that the Ice Profound Immortal Emperor guarded for 30,000 years will, from today onwards, be maintained by the Primordial Sword Intent.
Ye Wuhen stood behind him, his silver-white longsword already drawn, its blade covered with a thin layer of frost. That was the aftershock of the last wisp of icy power released when the Ice Profound Immortal Emperor fell, which was gently accepted, absorbed, and transformed by the primordial sword intent remaining in the blade the moment it came into contact with the silver-white longsword.
"The other two fragments that Ancestor Bingxuan mentioned are beneath the Antarctic ice sheet," Ye Wuhen's voice was hoarse, carrying a suppressed heaviness. "Two humanoid fragments of chaos. Half-human, half-chaos beings. With the same chaotic spiritual root as Wang Kai."
"I know." Jiang Chen withdrew his right hand, and the Primordial Sword transformed into a golden stream of light that merged into his palm. He looked down at the six-colored flame pattern on his right palm, watching the icy blue wisp slowly merge with the gold and red colors.
"Thirty thousand years ago, the Demon Ancestor's primordial spirit was shattered into dozens of fragments. The three largest fragments were suppressed by the three Ancestors, Tai Chu, Fen Tian, and Bing Xuan. The remaining fragments were scattered in every corner of the universe. Some fragments self-annihilated over the long years, some fragments were devoured by the origin of the void, and some fragments—"
He paused for a moment, his voice lowering.
"They attached themselves to humans. By merging with human souls, they gave birth to beings that are half-human and half-chaotic. Their spiritual roots are chaotic spiritual roots, just like Wang Kai's. But their consciousness is human consciousness."
Ye Wuhen's finger paused on the hilt of the silver-white longsword. "They are victims. Thirty thousand years ago, they were possessed by fragments of chaos, and then slumbered beneath the ice for countless years. The Ice Profound Immortal Emperor said he froze them deep within the ice, not because they were enemies—"
"It's because he's protecting them," Jiang Chen finished the sentence for him. "In every recorded case of a Chaos Fragment possessing a human, the host is devoured by the Chaos Will within a short period of time, becoming a Chaos Puppet without self-awareness. But Ancestor Bingxuan used his Ice Profound Power to freeze them deep within the ice layer, allowing the Ice Profound Power to slowly seep into their souls over 30,000 years, suppressing the erosion of the Chaos Will."
He looked up at the ice layer on the dome that was being slowly repaired by the Primordial Sword Intent.
"They are not fragments of chaos. They are human beings."
Ye Wuhen fell silent. He stared at the lingering icy blue spiritual energy in his palm, recalling Luo Qinghe's words in the Awakened Ones Command Center: "Your ice can slow down time." The Ice Profound Immortal Emperor's ice-based spiritual energy was far superior to Luo Qinghe's. It could freeze the very will of chaos. It could freeze time. It could freeze life and death.
Where are they?
Jiang Chen summoned the Primordial Sword from his palm, tip pointing downwards, and gently touched the ice surface of the altar ruins. Six-colored light surged from the sword tip, spreading rapidly in all directions along the ice. Wherever the light passed, countless fine, icy-blue runes appeared on the ice surface, each rune flashing, pulsating, and breathing, like some ancient formation that had been dormant for thirty thousand years awakening.
The runes converged at the southernmost point of the spherical space, outlining a circular magic circle several meters in diameter on the surface of the ice. The ice in the center of the magic circle began to melt, not from the flames, but from the "thawing" power released when the ice magic was reversed, causing it to disintegrate from the inside.
After the ice layer receded, two enormous, ice-blue crystals were revealed. The crystals were oval-shaped, two meters long and one meter wide, with fine ice-blue runes flowing across their surfaces. Inside each crystal, a sleeping person was sealed.
Encased within the crystal on the left was a girl with long, silver-white hair. She appeared to be under twenty, with skin as white as snow and features so exquisite they seemed unreal. Her eyes were closed, her thick, long eyelashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks. Her lips were slightly pursed, as if she were having an unpleasant dream. She wore an extremely ancient white robe, woven from an unknown material, with a six-petaled ice flower embroidered at the collar—the sect mark of the Ice Profound Immortal Emperor.
Within the crystal on the right was a black-haired girl. She was about the same age, with a cool, aloof face and a sharp, heroic air between her brows. Her left hand pressed against the inner wall of the crystal, her fingers slightly bent, as if trying to push open the cage that had imprisoned her for so many years. In the palm of her right hand, there was a faint, slowly rotating ball of white light.
Chaotic Spiritual Root. A Chaotic Spiritual Root with a frequency completely identical to that of the Demon Ancestor's Chaotic Power. However, their Chaotic Spiritual Root is different from Wang Kai's—Wang Kai's Chaotic Spiritual Root is pure, attribute-less, and capable of absorbing any energy—it is the origin of chaos. Their Chaotic Spiritual Root, on the other hand, has been eroded by the power of Ice Profound for too long, and has mutated from its original chaotic origin into a composite form that is half chaotic and half Ice Profound.
"They're still alive." Jiang Chen sheathed the Primordial Sword and strode towards the two ice-blue crystals. He stood before the crystals, his right hand pressing against their surface, his true essence surging from his palm, resonating with the sealing runes left by the Ice Profound Immortal Emperor within the crystals.
Runes lit up. The ice on the crystal surface began to melt, peel away, and evaporate from the edges. The melting was so slow that the disappearance of each ice crystal could be seen with the naked eye. Ice-blue specks of light floated up from the crystal surface, gathering into a small cloud of light in the void.
After the seal was broken, the silver-haired girl in the crystal on the left opened her eyes first.
She was in a coma for 30,000 years, and then she woke up.