Chapter 880: The Holy Witch of the Icefield
He raised his hand and waved.
The stone tablet suddenly trembled and flipped over.
The words following Jiang Yantian's name are even more densely packed.
It is also a very special kind of rune.
The key point is that Jiang Yantian can understand it.
After reading it carefully, Jiang Yantian was stunned for a moment.
Surprisingly, it's about the same as when I soak it in condensation water.
"Hanji Nayi?"
This is a note left above.
"I am Hanji Nayi, the Holy Witch of the Ice Plains under the command of the Undying Demon Emperor!"
"Since its birth in the far north, it has been ordered by the emperor to accompany him."
"The Emperor's might is overwhelming, suppressing everything in the world. Whenever I see him commanding all demons and suppressing the universe, I feel a strange emotion in my heart. Over time, it has become an unforgettable thought."
“We have been together day and night, through many cold years. I have used my witchcraft to protect the Emperor on both sides, and the Emperor has occasionally lowered his eyes to tell me to take care. These little things are the most precious treasures in my heart.”
"However, fate is unpredictable. Heaven fears our Emperor and has summoned two thousand Dao Ancestors, initiating the most devastating war in history!"
"The Emperor fought against two thousand Dao Ancestors to break the shackles of the Heavenly Dao."
"In the first battle, our Emperor believed that he had single-handedly killed 1,800 Dao Ancestors and slaughtered countless lackeys of the Heavenly Dao."
"The Heavenly Dao child fears our Emperor, so he framed him for wanting to destroy the world and allowed the demon race to wreak havoc on living beings, causing countless living beings to feel fear and allowing their faith to gather."
"Furthermore, it condenses the will and projects it into heaven and earth, creating hundreds of wills that become incarnations!"
"To protect the flame of the demon race, I saw the Emperor's body disintegrate, his soul fire about to be extinguished, his liver and intestines torn apart, and he was sealed in the land of the insurmountable barrier."
"Therefore, he decided to sacrifice himself in order to break the seal on the Emperor's body and call him back."
"I draw upon all my life's magical power, burning my divine soul as a catalyst, and the incantation resounds through the cold sky, causing the ice plains to tremble for millions of miles."
"However, Heaven's will is the seal, ensuring mutual destruction, making it indestructible!"
"My strength is exhausted, my spirit is gradually depleted, and only a wisp of my soul remains."
"I roared to the heavens, my voice shattering the cold clouds: 'I, the Holy Sorcerer of the Ice Plains, now seal my divine soul within the eternal ice mountain!'"
"Throughout the ages, my soul will never perish. When the Emperor returns, I will break free from the ice and awaken, to once again stand by his side and protect him for eternity!"
"If the Emperor does not return, I will follow him to the death!"
Jiang Yantian looked at the stone tablet and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
No wonder I felt sad when I came here.
So, it turns out they were his own men.
Icefield Holy Witch.
Jiang Yantian's memories have not all returned.
But my intuition is probably right.
Jiang Yantian's eyes were like torches as he stared intently at the ancient stone tablet.
The words inscribed on it struck his heart like a heavy hammer.
In an instant, demonic energy surged around him, his aura becoming incomparably powerful.
It transformed into a black lightning bolt and sped straight toward the eternal iceberg.
Upon seeing this, the northern barbarians let out a deafening roar.
One by one, they displayed their supernatural powers; some stood on strange beast bone artifacts, while others wielded long whips covered in runes, their figures as agile as eagles.
He leaped into the air, closely following behind Jiang Yantian.
In an instant, the sky was filled with magical light and intertwined runes.
They were like a group of warriors rushing to the battlefield, rapidly gathering towards the eternal iceberg.
Leng Ning and the others immediately piloted their flying boats and headed in that direction.
Jiang Yantian arrived first.
The eternal iceberg stands majestically, radiating a chilling aura.
Standing outside the iceberg, one appears extremely small.
His brows were furrowed, and his eyes flickered with an odd light.
The Golden Eyes of Illusion are activated.
Its powerful pupils, like a surging tide, pierced through the hard ice and penetrated deep into the iceberg.
He glanced up and down.
Finally, in that deep, icy world, a figure stood quietly.
She was dressed in the distinctive clothing of the barbarians, with mysterious and ancient patterns that shimmered with an eerie light under the illumination of the ice.
She was tall and slender with a graceful figure, and her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall.
However, her long hair was covered with tiny ice crystals.
However, she was completely lifeless. It was as if time had frozen over her.
She stood there quietly, as if she had stood there for endless years.
Her face was stunningly beautiful, and her skin was as white as snow.
His eyes were tightly closed, devoid of any lively spirit.
Jiang Yantian's heart trembled, his body shook slightly, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.
He slowly reached out and touched the ice in front of him.
It was as if they wanted to reach through the thick layer of ice and touch that figure.
No one dared to make a sound.
Only the cold wind swept through.
In an instant, an aura that was countless times stronger than that of the Dao Ancestor suddenly erupted.
This energy, carrying a world-destroying force, swept across all directions.
Everyone behind was so oppressed by the air pressure that they couldn't even breathe properly.
He immediately withdrew and retreated.
Jiang Yantian pressed one hand against the iceberg, his black robe with dragon patterns fluttering in the wind.
Each dragon pattern seemed to come alive, shimmering with a dark light.
It seemed as if it wanted to break free of its robe and soar into the sky.
Her silver hair, as dazzling as the Milky Way, danced wildly under the influence of this powerful aura.
It exudes a heart-stopping power.
The dense, impenetrable demonic energy, centered on Jiang Yantian, spread wildly outwards like a surging tide.
This demonic energy seemed to have a life of its own, turning everything it passed through into a deep, dark ink color.
The sky darkened, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
The entire world was shrouded in this terrifying demonic energy, plunging it into an endless abyss.
"Click...click..."
The eternal iceberg began to tremble violently under the impact of this powerful force.
It made a dull cracking sound.
Ice chips from the massive iceberg fell like snowflakes.
Huge blocks of ice collapsed from the mountain, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of ice dust.
Around the iceberg, space began to distort and deform.
Deep void rifts tore open like hideous wounds.
A ghostly blue light shimmered from the crack.
A turbulent flow of space erupted from the crack, engulfing everything in its path.
A sharp whistling sound was made.
Jiang Yantian remained unmoved, determined to completely destroy all obstacles.
"Boom!"
With this earth-shattering roar, the towering iceberg shattered in response.
It was neatly divided in two, and then torn apart in an instant.
These two halves of the iceberg, with immense force, collapsed onto the ice fields on either side.
It created a large, deep crater.
Ice shards flew and ice mist filled the air, enveloping everything in a hazy white.
The snow curtain obscured everything.
Jiang Yantian stood still, his silver hair flying wildly in the gale.
The northern barbarians all watched, their faces filled with shock as they witnessed this scene.
That black figure was truly terrifying.
Eternal icebergs are no ordinary icebergs.
Even if a great immortal were to strike with all their might, only some ice shards would fall.
These northern barbarians have tried to break through the iceberg more than once.
Even the strongest warrior was completely unmoved by a thunderous punch.
Now, the Demon Emperor has forcefully torn open the iceberg.
split into two!
The snow curtain kicked up by the calving iceberg, like a thick white veil, still lingers between heaven and earth.
As the snow melted away, a breathtaking scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.
In mid-air, only that beautiful figure remained, standing suspended in mid-air.
