Chapter 542: Frost Burial Power, Eternal Ice Crystal Core

"I will turn the happiness that I never had, the people I once sheltered, the priests who once sang praises to me, and the beautiful girl who often painted beside me, into cold crimson fruits."

Memory, will, and strength all come together.

A bud appeared on the blood-red branch of the honeysuckle tree. The bud blossomed and the red flower bloomed, as bright as fire.

In a flash, the flower withered, and a fruit with a silver-gray skin and black and red blood lines fell off.

Jiang Yi looked at the fruit floating in front of him and did not pick it up immediately.

This is a solemn contract.

He thought for a minute before reaching out his hand.

"…When I grafted the silver-white ancient tree, the cause and effect had already been concluded, and there is no going back."

Jiang Yi held the fruit, which was surging with cold will and emotions and exuding a bitter scent.

The wind and snow fell, and the earth turned pale.

The fruit absorbed the cold air from the surrounding area, and its skin became colder and colder, turning red like blood frozen on ice.

Looking at the fruit, Jiang Yi pondered and brought it close to his mouth.

This "Honeysuckle Fruit", if added with star-silver iron ore, crystal blocks, and a magical tool embryo, can be made into a four-star magical tool with great growth potential.

But this usage was not to Jiang Yi's liking.

The power of true energy and space wrapped around the fruit and he swallowed it in one gulp.

Yandora looked at the honeysuckle tree and then at Jiang Yi. She also heard the tree's wish, but was this how the fruit was to be used?

Jiang Yi pursed his lips, a cold force rising from his stomach, and his limbs were frozen stiff.

The spiritual power pulls the true energy, guiding the cold power to flow through the body.

Let thoughts and emotions take root and refine them bit by bit.

Erase that cold will and replace it with your own thoughts and emotions.

The ice element fairy talisman engraved on the body accepted this power and turned into the source for creating and generating this special power.

This is the power of frost burial.

If forged into a weapon, it becomes the weapon's combat skill "Frost Burial". When it grows to its extreme, it can 100% create an "Eternal Ice Crystal Core" above the enemy, causing falling area damage.

But Jiang Yi swallowed it, and this characteristic remained in his body.

You are the embryo of a growing weapon, using the earth energy, true qi, and elemental force in your body to cultivate your own "Honeysuckle Fruit" and control the power of the ice element.

Memories, will, and emotions are intertwined.

Jiang Yi opened his hand, a cold light emerged from his palm, and the power of frost burial condensed into a crystal "eternal ice crystal core". The ice element made it stronger, and the wind and snow between heaven and earth howled.

An icicle hangs in the air, frosty white and transparent, yet with a hint of cold blue light.

It is often said that oranges grown in the south of the Huai River are oranges, while those grown in the north of the Huai River are tangerines.

Trees are rooted in the earth, and the environment and climate affect their strength and the fruits they bear.

The special ice and snow environment of Longji Snow Mountain makes the new buds of the silver-white tree inherit the roots that once took root in the entire land of the snow mountain. The ice and snow become its nutrients and shackles.

The shackles have been removed, but the fruits are still cold.

This "Power of Frost Burial", this "Eternal Ice Crystal Core", is superior to ordinary ice elements and has the ability to grow into "Ancient Solid Ice" that is not afraid of higher-level fire elements.

This is the "bitter fruit", the "bitter fruit" that destroyed it and the power of the ancient country, so this is the power of ice.

Jiang Yi exhaled cold air from his mouth as he digested the entire fruit in his stomach. The immense power of Frost Burial even suppressed Chun Yang's physique for a moment.

The body temperature dropped sharply, and there was frost between the eyebrows.

"Element transformation."

Jiang Yi smiled, and the power flowing in his body returned and transformed into the all-encompassing earth vein energy. The earth vein energy was then transformed and separated into ice element power, and then flowed out from the ice element fairy talisman with the characteristics of "Honeysuckle Fruit", becoming a special "Frost Burial Power".

One by one, "Eternal Ice Crystal Cores" appeared within a thousand meters around like bright cold stars.

High in the sky, ice elements gather and the eternal ice crystal core shines.

Yandora looked up and saw ice cones as sharp as swords hanging upside down in the air. They fell to the ground, carrying the power to bury everything and turning into countless ice flowers like tombstones.

The ice flowers are huge, bright and crystal, with edges as thin as a blade, as sharp as a knife, and like a gun or a sword.

The flying ice crystals are beautiful and dreamy, yet they conceal boundless indifference and murderous intent.

Yandora found that her wings and tail were frozen.

What a scorching fire is needed to melt the eternal ice.

"The soil, environment and climate affect the trees. This is how I should control the growth of the elements."

"However, special things that have not been forged into weapons are hard to come by."

Jiang Yi took a deep breath, and endless coldness rolled back, drawing the ice element into his body, melting all the ice flowers around him.

"In the end, instead of using trees as a metaphor, we can also use plant-like monsters like the Trickster, or humanoid monsters like the Hillbillies that have been changed by the environment and control the rock and ice elements."

“There is no difference between the two.”

"The doctor's theory of 'enriching elements and adapting to become gods' seems to be valid here as well."

The Honeysuckle Tree smiled with satisfaction, believing that the fruit condensed from the power it had gathered was not wasted.

"You are more suitable than that girl, and you will use this power better."

Jiang Yi held the frozen Yandora in his hands.

“Trees depend on their environment. I, who am rooted here, can only passively accept the environment, but you can take the initiative to adapt to different environments.” The honeysuckle tree is like an old man who gives earnest advice.

“The age of a tree is the sum of everything it perceives each year, its experiences and its memories.”

“The profound historical accumulation may not be a lack of strength.”

“Myths, legends, history, time creates greatness, and things that are ancient and immortal are always valuable.”

"Are you willing to inherit the story of history, the years that have passed through the ages?"

The ice on Yandora's body melted, and she flapped her wings, complaining, "Jiang Yi, Yandora has turned into a lump of ice."

"Sorry, I'll be more careful next time." Jiang Yi took Yandora forward to the place closest to the honeysuckle tree. The cold could not invade, and under the crimson light, there was a comfortable warmth.

"I am willing to carry history with this body." He settled Yandora down and nodded to the honeysuckle tree.

"Then take root!" said the honeysuckle tree, "You have done this before, haven't you?"

Jiang Yi chuckled: "This inheritance will bring me closer to the sky."

"But compared to taking root, which takes a long time to get everything, I prefer the other way."

"Although you are not the real world tree, and I cannot obtain the power of the Word Spirit, the ritual can allow me to quickly obtain the wisdom and experience of the ancient tree."

"Ritual?" Honeysuckle Tree wondered.

Jiang Yi talked about the godless country and the original sage.

"What a blasphemous maniac, a mad genius who has violated the taboo."

"Special person! Come on!"

The honeysuckle tree seemed to be laughing, and the surrounding wind and snow became still.