Published: February 24, 2025
CHAPTER 11: Primordial Ice Flame
More than five hundred family disciples on the Creation Platform looked at the scattered fragments of bodies, their expressions filled with terror.
"I can't hold on any longer, I give up!"
"I also give up..."
Amidst the reluctant and strained shouts, over two hundred sweaty family disciples struggled against the pressure, swaying as they moved towards the edge of the Creation Platform.
Every step was a tremendous effort, as if they were exhausting all their strength.
In just a short distance of a hundred feet, it took them a moment to finally reach the edge of the Creation Platform.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
"Ah..."
"No..."
The helpless cries were particularly piercing. Out of more than two hundred, only one-third successfully escaped from the Creation Platform and collapsed on the ground, gasping for fresh air, while the other hundred and sixty or so, under the pressure, died in succession!
Soon, the crowd erupted with the heartbreaking cries of the deceased's families.
Having witnessed the death of more than five hundred people one after another, Mu Mengyi sighed and, feeling compassion, looked at the remaining three hundred family disciples. She kindly reminded them, "There are still three quarters left until the assessment ends. The next challenge will be even more severe. You must think clearly about whether to stay or leave."
"Reporting to the envoy, I will not retreat!" Wang Fuchen and Liang Qidi said in unison.
At this moment, the two had yet to channel their spiritual power to resist the pressure, only beads of fine sweat covering their foreheads.
The two glared at each other, regarding one another as their ultimate opponents. They paid no mind to the other family disciples!
At this moment, Tan Yun, drenched in sweat, wore a more serious expression. In an instant, a light barrier of spiritual power emerged around him as he began to channel his spiritual power to resist the pressure.
"Envoy, I withdraw..."
"I also withdraw..."
Within the next moment, over a hundred family disciples at the eighth layer of spirit embryo realm, realizing they would surely die if they continued, despondently fled from the Creation Platform one after another!
Mu Mengyi looked at the remaining 179 family disciples, raising her delicate brows slightly, "There are still the most difficult two quarters left until the assessment ends. Are you all sure no one will withdraw?"
"Reporting to the envoy, we are certain!" The 179 family disciples declared with resolute expressions. They had vowed since childhood to join the Huangfu Sacred Sect upon growing up, and now the opportunity was right before them; they would not easily give up unless absolutely necessary!
Mu Mengyi said nothing further. She looked up at the ice flame spiritual tiger and spoke with a pointed tone, "Spirit Tiger, you may begin."
Upon hearing this, the millions of citizens in the venue seemed to think of something terrifying, their faces turning pale and their hearts uneasy!
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
In contrast, the family disciples on the platform clenched their fists, their moods heavier than ever. Suddenly, as the air roiled, they began to draw the spiritual power from the spirit pool, pouring it madly from their foreheads to solidify the protective light barrier formed by their spiritual power.
Wang Fuchen and Liang Qidi did likewise, wearing grave expressions as thick streams of spiritual power coiled around their bodies like giant pythons, completely shrouding them!
It was clear that everyone understood that life-and-death matters would unfold in the next two quarters!
"Roar!" The ice flame spiritual tiger let out a low growl, its enormous white tail, dozens of feet long, whipped through the air, enveloping the 179 family disciples in a bone-chilling aura.
Following this, cold winds howled above the Creation Platform, and heavy snow fell. In an instant, a thin layer of purple cold ice formed on the surface of the 179 family disciples’ bodies, and the ice layer rapidly thickened!