The air was rippling and vibrating.
Whoosh!!
An incomparably strong chill gushed out of Garen's body, and in turn, it froze and shattered the ice that covered his feet. The cold air was pure white without any impurities. It simply covered the floor and covered all the Soul Seeds in the hall along the floor carved with mysterious patterns.
"Withering All Things!"
Garon opened his arms. The terrifying white frost spread out in all directions at an accelerated rate. Everything in its path became completely still, frozen into a pure white ice cube.
Layers of ice crystals stacked under Garon's feet and quickly spread to the entire hall.
The hall was decaying. The original ice layer was shattering and being infected, it quickly turned from ice blue to pure white. It was a higher level of pure ice crystals.
"What … cold air is this!!??"
Illusory shadows of different heights appeared on each of the Soul Seeds. There were men and women in these shadows. Each of them carried an extremely terrifying cold air. If an ordinary person were to come here, their soul would be completely frozen and die just by looking at them.
They were the ancestors of the Chixue Sect. They had either died in battle or passed away peacefully. They all had one thing in common, which was that they had cultivated Chixue Kung to an extremely high level.
"This is the Ancestral Masters of the past!!" Garen was shocked. The violent cold air suddenly trembled and stopped temporarily.
The white cold air and the blue-white cold air in the hall froze into two icy worlds. The souls of Garon and the ancestors seemed to be in two different spaces.
"I didn't expect that there would be disciples in the future who could cultivate such pure ultimate cold air …"
A female ancestor said solemnly.
"How many years has it been … how many years have we waited …"
"I can't remember. A hundred years, a thousand years, two thousand years … maybe even longer."
"But didn't we wait until the end?" Among the dozens of figures, a black shadow with the most terrifying cold air quietly appeared.
"When our souls were about to dry up, fate sent us such a pure body of ice."
Garon focused his eyes and stared at the figure. The figure was completely black. Only a pair of eyes glowed with an icy blue light. He could not see the face or anything else.
"The first ancestor?!"
"An unprecedented body of ice … so pure, so pure …" The figure exclaimed.
"This cold air has already surpassed the level of Chixue Kung!" A tall and thin ancestor said softly.
"Everyone, have you made your decision?" The first ancestor said in a low voice.
The hall was silent.
After a long while, a handsome male ancestor laughed.
"We were forced to wait because we couldn't see any hope. But when we saw the opportunity, we began to worry."
"That's right. Isn't this what we've been waiting for? But when it comes to the end, you're cowering instead. "The other person also laughed.
"Ancestors!" Garen opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
"We are not the Patriarchs. We are only the beliefs formed by the last shred of their will," the black shadow in the center replied calmly. "If it wasn't for your pure cold air that reactivated us, perhaps after a few hundred years, we would've completely disappeared in history. No one would've known that we existed."
Garen took a deep breath. Leaving a will in the Soul Seed to survive for thousands of years was an acceptable result. This was the magical aspect of the Ancient Endor. Their research on the soul had already reached the peak of perfection.
"In this world, because I didn't reach the so-called Plate Realm, I couldn't become a Perpetual Motioner until I died. But I'm not satisfied!!" The first ancestor's voice was low and filled with unwillingness.
"As the strongest genius in the history of Chixue Sect, I crossed the world and followed the Mother Stream to here, but I couldn't even break through the level of a Perpetual Motioner!"
"So what if I didn't understand Plate!!? My Secret Technique Army Level and Demon Lord Level are not inferior to Perpetual Motioners! "The first ancestor said." So, I'm not satisfied. Even if I die in battle, I'll condense all my energy into a soul seed and wait for the next opportunity. "
Garon had already heard the origin of the other party. He was indeed the first ancestor, the Secret Technique expert who founded the Chixue Sect. Moreover, the other party was surprisingly similar to him. They both floated to this world along the Mother Stream. It was just that his luck was not as good as Garon's. He couldn't see the big picture and couldn't travel to multiple worlds. He could only drift passively.
"Now, I finally see hope." The first ancestor looked at Garon with hopeful eyes. "Tell me, is the Army Level really weaker than a Perpetual Motioner?"
The hall suddenly quieted down. All the eyes of the souls fell on Garon.
Garen looked around and saw that each and every one of them was filled with anxiety, exhaustion, and hope. They had been waiting for this answer for far too long. It was a belief in the supremacy of Secret Techniques. It was a devout and firm belief!
As a Secret Technique practitioner, Garon also had the same firm belief. He had been shaken before, but when he achieved the eighth level of the Hellfrost Peacock Technique, the shakiness completely disappeared.
However, these people were different. These ancestors were different from him. Their conditions were far inferior to his, but they were still able to persevere for so many years.
It had nothing to do with their standpoints or personalities. Just for this persistence of thousands of years, such determination was enough for him to hold the highest respect.
"To be honest, I don't know which is stronger, Secret Techniques or Mechs." He slowly opened his mouth. Looking at the gloomy eyes around him, he suddenly changed his tone.
"But I will try it myself. I might be able to see what you can't see clearly."
Silence reigned in the hall, and the somewhat disappointed eyes were once again filled with new hope.
"I will become the strongest Frost Secret Technique practitioner in history in this world. There is no other! " Garen reached out his hand, and an incomparably deathly cold air kept circling in the center of his palm. Traces of the Hellfrost Peacock Technique's pure chill gathered madly, forming a little white ice crystal in the center of his palm.
"If it's you, it might really be possible …" The first ancestor whispered.
The cold wind kept whistling and circling in the hall. Everyone fell into silence for a moment.
Maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, maybe even longer. Finally, the first ancestor opened his mouth again.
"You're here to feel our pure cold realm, right …"
He glanced around.
"Everyone still can't let go, right?"
"Can't let go? How is that possible?! "A tall female ancestor laughed." Isn't this our ultimate wish all along? Let us give him a hand!! "
She suddenly turned and turned into a dark blue cold air thread. She rushed towards Garon and circled him quickly.
"Even Annie was willing to give up, how can we fall behind!" The second ancestor collapsed and turned into a blue thread that rushed towards Garon.
"Take everything we have, go … Perfect Chixue Kung to the highest level ever!!" The third ancestor turned into a thread.
"Our will, our belief, take it … Take it all … Nothing in this world can escape the will of withering."
"You, will become the strongest!! Freeze everything … "
The threads gathered crazily and circled around Garon at high speed.
The strong black shadow in the center reached out his hand and faced Garon's palm from afar.
"Inherit all of our will, freeze everything that stands in your way. Unfortunately … I won't be able to see it … "
Boom!
With a soft sound, he completely turned into a blue thread and merged into the cold air current. He circled around Garon quickly.
"Go … Go and become the strongest man in this era! Take our will with you!! "
The first ancestor's last words echoed in the hall slowly.
A large number of blue threads circled around Garon quickly. They were like fine gauze, but also like a formless blue cloud.
A sea of pure cold energy rushed towards Garon crazily. At the same time, the ancestors' memories of practicing Chixue Kung also rushed towards him.
Garen understood that the Wills of the Soul Seeds that had been left here had been waiting for this moment.
He didn't expect that his first time here would trigger such an unexpected huge inheritance. The essence of Chixue Kung from all the ancestors in the history of the Chixue Sect was quickly fusing into his body.
Cold air of different attributes kept flowing into the dying peacock's cold energy. With the highest belief in secret techniques, all the cold energy unconditionally submitted to the deathly stillness and fused into it.
A layer of exquisite armor as white as jade slowly covered Garon's body surface, head, chest, arms, lower body, and legs. The exquisite ice armor arched forward from his waist and wrapped around Garon's waist like a belt.
Buzz … A white halo appeared behind Garon's head. It was the condensation of all the ancestors' soul seeds. It represented the strongest power of this armor.
The deathly stillness and coldness grew stronger. Chixue Kung's level also began to increase under the enhancement of this armor.
He slowly broke through the fifteenth level … sixteenth level … seventeenth level … eighteenth level!!
The last three levels were actually broken through completely in such a short period of time. The last three levels were mainly used to increase the quality of the cold air. Garen's cold air quality was already very high. In addition to the experience of the Soul Seed in the armor of the Ancestral Masters, his understanding of the cold air was directly raised to the extreme.
This kind of breakthrough was not surprising.
The eighteenth level represented the peak of Chixue Kung. There were only eighteen levels in the entire Chixue Kung, which corresponded to a Level Nine Energy Machinist.
"I didn't expect there to be such a martyr in this world!" Garon quietly looked at everything that was completely shattered in front of him. He lowered his head slightly and solemnly performed the etiquette of a secret technique practitioner.
"I will fulfill your wishes."
The armor on his body suddenly turned into white light and disappeared in between his eyebrows. It condensed into a white V-shaped pattern. The aura on his body also returned to Non-Falling Level. Only then did he turn around and leave slowly.
Frost Hell would completely disappear from today onwards.
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