Glacial Soul Divine Light

Generally speaking, early Nascent Soul cultivators could hardly pose a threat to him anymore. Yet Qin Sang never underestimated any opponent, especially those hailing from renowned sects and prominent lineages. They might lack harsh experience and tribulations, and their actions might not be as ruthless or decisive as rogue cultivators, but they were far more likely to inherit formidable treasures from their sects. His divine sense detected an odd anomaly, though his surroundings showed nothing amiss. Right then, the Heavenly Eye Butterfly also sent a warning, but her thoughts carried an uncharacteristically human hesitation, as if she were unsure whether what she saw was real. It was very similar to Qin Sang's own feeling. Facing such a situation for the first time, Qin Sang chose to trust his instincts and the Heavenly Eye Butterfly. Without the slightest hesitation, he wheeled his escape light and shifted laterally several tens of feet in a flash. In the blink of an eye, Qin Sang saw a layer of cold mist spread across one side of his pale-golden astral shroud at a speed visible to the naked eye, swiftly congealing into thin ice right before him. Unlike Shi Xue’s earlier Midwinter Talisman or the ice shield conjured by Elder Mei, this layer of ice had no impurities or coloration. It was completely transparent, so sheer that anyone not looking closely would mistake it for empty air. Yet even through his astral shroud, Qin Sang could feel a bone-chilling cold capable of freezing an origin soul stiff. Where he had just been standing, a patch of white mist rose without a sound. Inside the mist were tiny ice crystals that wove together into hair-thin threads of ice, forming cryptic talismans that flashed and vanished in an instant. At that moment, extreme cold erupted, and the void seemed frozen solid, as if even time and space had lost the ability to flow. Only now did a faint wisp of white vapor trail into view, originating from the plain-white figure hurtling toward them. *Hiss...* Qin Sang drew in a sharp breath, thankful that he had remained cautious enough never to look down on any adversary. The newcomer's cultivation was similar to the green-robed woman's, yet she had nearly plunged Qin Sang into dire straits—something neither Elder Mei nor Elder Lan had managed to do. Had he not removed himself from that space in time, he likely would have been frozen on the spot. Even if Qin Sang could withstand the biting chill and break free of the restraint, the two cultivators trapped in the sword array would seize the opportunity to extricate themselves and encircle him. If that happened, the tables would turn, and Qin Sang's plans would fall completely flat! *** The newcomer was none other than Liuli. Seeing her senior sister in dire peril, she had intervened without a moment's hesitation. As she incanted the spell, Liuli's eyes were flooded with deep azure, profound as the ocean depths. Her entire aura transformed, turning desolate and freezing cold. Glacial Soul Divine Light! Formless, intangible, and devoid of substance—a supreme divine ability of the Glacial Dao! The so-called ice, icicles, and white mist were merely external anomalies produced the moment the power of the Glacial Soul Divine Light erupted into the world. By the time an enemy noticed those anomalies, they had already fallen into its trap! If Liuli’s Glacial Soul Divine Light reached full mastery, it would be even harder to detect prior to erupting. Seeing that the Glacial Soul Divine Light had actually missed, Liuli was momentarily startled, yet her movements did not stall in the least. A phoenix-shaped sword appeared in her palm, and she thrust it forward while her figure flickered swiftly along the trail of white vapor. Qin Sang glanced at the nearby mist, suppressing his curiosity about this divine ability. In that brief delay, the Seven Po Killing Array had erupted with full force. Though Elders Mei and Lan were battered within the array, they had indeed survived. Qin Sang’s mind raced. While the two were still entangled by the sword array’s lingering aftershocks, he recalled the Jinchen Sword and slashed directly against the incoming sword light. At the same time, his hand reached toward the corpse puppet bag at his waist, intending to intercept the others himself and send the Nascent Soul talisman puppet to seize the green-robed woman. Just then, the corner of his eye caught sight of the phoenix-shaped sword within the sword light. That single glance made his expression freeze. A figure involuntarily took shape in Qin Sang’s mind, awakening distant memories. That figure was both unfamiliar and familiar. Though there were only a handful of fleeting moments, every single event had been unforgettable. Back then, when they entered Ziwei Palace for the first time, it was Chen Yan who had wielded this very sword to hold off Lord Dongyang, enabling Qin Sang to break free of his grasp and escape to the Canglang Ocean. Qin Sang whipped his head toward the figure in plain white. The veil could not block the Heavenly Eye Butterfly's vision; the flawless face beneath matched the person in his memory perfectly. *It's her!* Qin Sang's mind shuddered. The newcomer was actually Chen Yan, and Chen Yan was from Xuantian Palace! This was completely beyond Qin Sang’s expectations. Chen Yan's master had been trapped in Ziwei Palace for so long, yet her sect had sent no rescue. They had abandoned Chen Yan—who was only in the Qi Refinement stage at the time—leaving her stranded alone in a foreign land under someone else's roof, struggling desperately to find a way to save her master. To rescue her revered teacher, she had disregarded her own reputation, cultivating a demonic cultivation method of dual-cultivation absorption and falling into Lord Dongyang's schemes. Qin Sang had originally assumed Chen Yan's master was an unaffiliated rogue cultivator without friends or kin. He had never imagined she possessed such an illustrious background. The Palace Master of Xuantian Palace was a great cultivator who could certainly cross the storm belt. Before the Palace Master of Xuantian Palace, Lord Dongyang would never have dared harbor wicked designs. Yet Chen Yan's master had been missing for so long, and no one had ever gone looking for her. When he decided to come to the North Sea, Qin Sang had anticipated the possibility of running into Chen Yan; after all, there were only so many Nascent Soul cultivators in the North Sea. He had worried that Chen Yan had been duped by Lord Dongyang into practicing the so-called Stone Bridge Zen. It was Chen Yan who had brought him the opportunity to establish his foundation, and it was Chen Yan who had coordinated with him to hold off the enemy, allowing him to escape Lord Dongyang's demonic clutches and continue pursuing the immortal path. Qin Sang harbored no ill will toward Chen Yan, believing the best outcome would be to simply forget each other in the vast world. Never had he imagined they would reunite under such circumstances. *She possesses a heavenly spiritual root and formed her Nascent Soul nearly three hundred years ago, yet she remains at the early Nascent Soul stage, and I have surpassed her instead. Could it truly be as Lord Dongyang said—that she suffered from the hidden perils of that demonic absorption technique?* This thought flickered through Qin Sang's mind, leaving him with mixed feelings. Thoughts surged through his head in an instant, yet his hands did not slow in the least. Whatever tangled past existed between him and Chen Yan, they had barely spoken and were practically strangers to each other. He would not alter his plans on her account. *Clang!* The Jinchen Sword met the phoenix-shaped sword dead-on. Two streams of sword qi clashed fiercely like twin tempests. The phoenix-shaped sword was indeed outmatched and flew back through the air. Close behind, the azure hue deepened in Liuli’s eyes as she unleashed the Glacial Soul Divine Light once more. A trace of pain flickered across her expression; unleashing this divine ability in rapid succession imposed a heavy toll on her body. "Junior Sister, be careful!" Seeing her junior sister arrive, Shi Xue felt intense worry surface beneath her relief, and she called out an urgent warning. This devil was too terrifying; her junior sister was no match for him! Right at that moment, the azure light in Liuli’s eyes suddenly fluctuated violently. She snapped her head up, staring directly at the figure whose face was concealed behind a mask. For a moment, her gaze grew dazed. Their eyes met. Separated by more than two hundred years, they looked at each other once again, only to meet on the battlefield. *Huh? Did she recognize me?* Noticing Chen Yan's reaction, Qin Sang muttered silently to himself. That premonition of danger surged again. Without hesitation, he directed his sword to strike. A single sword turned into myriad blades, cutting through the extreme cold! Just then, the two elders were about to regroup and train their magic treasures on Qin Sang. Yet at that exact instant, the hand about to unseal the corpse puppet bag suddenly froze. Intense vigilance flooded Qin Sang's eyes, as if facing a mortal enemy!