Chapter 740: The Letter of Challenge

The Ice Spirit Continent—

Endless icy energy filled the heavens and earth, shrouding the entire land in perpetual frost. The continent was buried beneath glaciers and snow that never melted, its chill piercing both body and soul.

In such a merciless environment, ordinary races couldn't even survive. Even powerhouses found it unbearable unless they cultivated cold-attribute Spiritual Energy.

Thus, upon this frozen land, there was only one true ruler—the Ice Spirit Clan. With bodies seemingly forged from divine ice, they moved through the blizzards like fish in water.

---

Within the Ice Spirit Clan's territory, towering mountains of eternal ice stretched endlessly, forming a natural spiritual formation that gathered the cold of the world into its heart.

Countless crystalline palaces gleamed amidst the peaks. Frost-covered warriors patrolled every direction, their chilling auras merging with the howling winds. The air itself seemed frozen solid.

As one of the ancient top-tier races of the Great Thousand World, the Ice Spirit Clan had always stood aloof above others. Though their glory had dimmed in recent eras, their pride had never diminished.

But today, that pride was tested—

Because they had received an unusual visiting letter.

Letters and offerings from guests arrived often; countless individuals wished to pay respects to the Ice Spirit Clan. But this one was different—within it lingered the aura of an absolute powerhouse.

A Heavenly Sovereign.

Even the Ice Spirit Clan could not treat such a letter lightly.

News of it spread rapidly, shocking one elder after another until it reached the clan's highest authority—the Ice Spirit Ancestor himself.

---

Inside a grand ice palace carved from unmelting divine frost, an elderly man with snow-white hair sat upon the main throne. A cloak of heavy fur draped across his shoulders, and every breath he took exhaled wisps of freezing mist that condensed into ice crystals midair.

The air trembled around him. His presence was vast and divine—like a deity gazing indifferently down upon mortals.

In his hand, the old man held a scroll. From it radiated an oppressive aura, domineering enough to suppress the world itself.

"Hmph. Let's see who dares to play games with me."

The Ice Spirit Ancestor frowned, releasing a surge of boundless icy power that poured into the scroll.

Frost flooded the chamber. Layers of ice formed in the void, sealing space itself in absolute cold.

Then—

Boom!

The scroll exploded.

A torrent of spiritual power burst forth, piercing the freezing void before transforming into countless luminous characters that etched themselves across the air.

"What a strange technique," the old man muttered.

This was no ordinary Spiritual Art—it was a technique of a Spiritual Array Master, the style of the lower plane, the Tianxuan Continent. No wonder the ancestor didn't recognize it.

The letter had been written by Lin Dong himself. Knowing that the Ice Spirit Clan might be Ying Huanhuan's maternal lineage, he couldn't simply charge in recklessly.

Thus, he had sent this visiting letter instead.

Its tone was courteous, even humble—but to ensure it drew attention, Lin Dong had left a strand of his Heavenly Sovereign aura upon it.

It was both a gesture of respect and a show of power.

Still, when the Ice Spirit Ancestor finished reading, his palm slammed down on the armrest with a thunderous crack.

If the throne hadn't been carved from ten-thousand-year divine ice, it would have shattered instantly.

The old man's lips twisted into a cold smile.

"Such arrogance. He thinks a few polite words entitle him to borrow our clan's Ice Spirit Tablet?"

"Compensation? What compensation could outweigh the loss of the Ice Spirit Monument's power?"

"Ten days from now, he says he'll come to visit… fine then. I'll see what manner of fool dares make demands of me."

With a wave of his sleeve, a torrent of frost surged forth, intending to erase the floating words. But even as the glacial tide rolled through the air, freezing space itself solid, the spiritual characters remained unmoved.

The Ice Spirit Ancestor's brows furrowed.

Again, he tried—another wave of icy destruction, enough to freeze mountains into dust.

Yet the glowing words still hung in the air, untouched.

The ancestor's expression darkened to steel. His voice cut through the hall like a polar wind.

"A provocation, then… Lin Dong, is it? Hmph. Some nameless upstart dares to act before me? If I can't crush you into submission, my clan's dignity will be a joke!"

After pondering briefly, he barked,

"Someone—send invitations to Elder Xuemó, Dragon Venerable, and the Battle Emperor. Tell them the Ice Spirit Clan expects an uninvited guest and requests their presence to sit in judgment!"

Even for a man as confident as the Ice Spirit Ancestor, facing a Heavenly Sovereign was no small matter. Though his own power was immense, he would not underestimate such a foe.

If they could suppress Lin Dong, it would display the Ice Spirit Clan's strength to the world.

And if not—three allied Heavenly Sovereigns would ensure the clan's treasured Ice Spirit Monument remained safe.

The old ancestor chuckled coldly.

"Let's see if this Lin Dong—wherever he crawled from—can withstand four Heavenly Sovereigns."

He had calculated everything… except just how terrifying Lin Dong's strength truly was.

---

Ten days later.

The Ice Spirit Clan was on full alert. Sealed experts emerged from seclusion, warriors assembled into vast formations, and frost covered the skies above their icy homeland.

Within the grandest palace, four vast auras filled the air—each one belonging to a peerless powerhouse capable of founding a supreme sect alone.

Four Heavenly Sovereigns.

All gathered to await one man.

---

Besides the Ice Spirit Ancestor, another old figure stood nearby, his body wreathed in biting frost. The air around him froze solid as he smiled wickedly.

"Heh heh… I can't believe a single letter from some no-name has you this rattled. You've really gone soft with age."

The Ice Spirit Ancestor snorted. "I merely wish you to witness how I will crush this fool—to remind you that in the path of ice, you'll always be beneath me."

The old man laughed coldly. He was Elder Xuemó, known as the Snow Demon, another master of the ice element. The two had feuded openly for years, each vying for supremacy in the Dao of Frost—though privately, they shared a grudging camaraderie.

At that moment, a burly man built like a fortress of iron laughed boisterously.

"You even invited the Battle Emperor," he teased. "Seems your opponent this time isn't weak. Otherwise, the great Ice Spirit Ancestor would never go to such lengths."

This giant of a man was Dragon Venerable, a member of the True Dragon Race, one of the two most ancient divine beast lineages. His physical might was monstrous—enough to rival any Spiritual Grade Heavenly Sovereign, and in direct combat, perhaps even surpass them.

As for the Battle Emperor he mentioned—he was the strongest among the four present, a Immortal Grade Heavenly Sovereign.

He had inherited the Ancient Battle Emperor's Legacy, and among his peers, he had never once been defeated.

That record earned him his title—the Battle Emperor.

His name spread far and wide across the Great Thousand World, accompanied by tales of his infamous romantic escapades. Rumor claimed he truly possessed a harem of three thousand beauties.

One had to admit—his stamina was divine.

Perhaps that was why Liu Xi had always coveted the Great Emperor Internal Canon.

(End of Chapter)

---

Want to read the whole thing right now?

It means a lot!