novelraw Chapter 602 - 272: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 7)
Chapter 602 - 272: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 7)
The Ice Valley is deathly silent.
Only the cold wind whips snowflakes, lashing the ice with a mournful wail.
Fang Qingyu hovers in mid-air, surrounded by dark gold divine thunder like liquid gold, silently leaping, isolating the bitter cold and bone-chilling snowstorm outside.
His gaze pierces the snow curtain, firmly fixed at the center of the Ice Valley below.
There, Jiang Taixuan is like a dying reptile, desperately clinging to the enormous ice-sealed heart that evokes a sense of dread.
Madman...
Fang Qingyu silently murmurs in his heart.
Any martial artist with a bit of common sense seeing this would arrive at the same conclusion.
The path of martial arts, the honing of Qi Blood is foundational.
In martial artist cultivation, the core and most common resource is the "Qi Blood Crystal."
This is the essence nurtured by the remnants of a divine true body under specific conditions.
Pure, vast, easy to absorb and transform.
Why not use Life Ghost?
This question fleetingly crossed Fang Qingyu’s mind early on when he saw the vast Qi Blood contained in those Life Ghosts.
The number of Life Ghosts is immense, and some have physically mighty forms with Qi Blood intensity even surpassing martial artists of the same tier.
Why does no one collect or utilize them?
The answer is cruel and simple.
Because those who tried...
went mad.
Or burst and died.
The Qi Blood of Life Ghosts seems inherently contrary to human martial artists’ life origins.
Even mutually repelling.
Forced devouring is akin to pouring ice water onto boiling oil.
At best, it leads to deviation, Qi Blood countercharge, meridian rupture.
At worst, consciousness is tainted and assimilated, becoming a creature knowing only slaughter, eventually exploding into blood mist under the clash of rampant forces.
This is the iron rule learned by the Federation’s martial arts through countless bitter lessons.
It is a taboo inscribed on the textbook’s cover page.
No one dares to take half a step beyond the thunder pool.
But now...
This hero once revered, who protected Glazed Light City for fifty years as a Martial Saint, embraces this profound taboo to gain power strong enough to oppose him, to survive.
He not only did this.
But is crazily absorbing the Life Ghost’s heart at nearly self-destructive speed.
He’s gambling with life.
Betting his decaying body can merge enough power to shred Fang Qingyu before completely collapsing.
Winning the gamble might end dragging Fang Qingyu down together.
Losing... would simply hasten an already destined fate.
...But, is that truly the case?
Fang Qingyu hovers in the air, his golden pupils icy cold.
Not intervening.
Instead, he surveys the surroundings, slowly descending.
His feet silently land on a relatively flat ice surface several dozen meters from Jiang Taixuan.
And just as he lands.
Rumble——!!!
The firm ice layer of millennia-old frozen earth beneath him starts shaking violently without warning.
The magnitude far exceeds any previous.
Under Fang Qingyu’s feet, the ice surface instantly cracks into web-shaped fissures.
Distant towering glaciers emit an unsettling moan, giant ice blades break and crash down like sharp swords, thunderously striking the ice surface.
Fang Qingyu suddenly lifts his head.
The thunder pupil instantly penetrates the snowflakes whirling through the sky and ice dust, firmly locking onto the direction of the Ice Valley entrance.
At the end of his sight.
A boundless surge composed of countless tiny gray-black dots.
Like a death flood devouring heaven and earth, carrying a terrifying momentum of crushing all, sweeping up ice dust blizzards that obscure the sky...
Rushing towards the Ice Valley’s location at an unbelievable speed!!!
The advancing speed of the gray-black tide is unimaginably swift.
Within just two or three breaths.
That tide, once merely a blurred black line on the horizon, becomes distinctly visible.
Countless contorted and twisted Life Ghost silhouettes, looming amidst the snowstorm.
Low growls, sharp screams, heavy footsteps... converge into a spine-chilling symphony of death!
Their target is evidently this Ice Valley.
Destiny Ghost Army...
Coming to save a human?!
This is absolutely impossible!
Unless...
Fang Qingyu’s gaze, cold as a knife edge, instantly fixes back on Jiang Taixuan.
Under this earth-shaking horror pressure, with a doom army pressing on.
At the center of Ice Valley.
The hunched shadow clinging to the huge ice blue heart...
Finally moves.
In an extremely bizarre, entirely non-human way...
"Crunch... crunch..."
Accompanied by bone friction that makes one’s teeth ache.
Jiang Taixuan’s body, like a marionette, twists and lifts at joints in incredible angles.
First landing on all fours, like a beast poised to strike, his back arching high.
Those eyes.
One remains a swollen human cloudy eyeball, full of resentment and madness.
The other... has unknowingly transformed into a blood-colored vertical pupil burning with endless greed and fury.
Non-human!
Utterly non-human aura!
But the instant his "gaze" touches Fang Qingyu...
That eerie posture abruptly stiffens.
A distinctly human-like... wariness flashes in the blood-red vertical pupil?!
Next, under Fang Qingyu’s molten gold vertical pupils.
The three tumultuous forces within Jiang Taixuan seem forcibly suppressed for a moment.
The twisted joints emit a series of dense "clack" sounds, like rusty gears forcibly resetting.
The entire person incredibly... stands upright again!
Though the stance still carries indescribable stiffness and discord, at least it’s a human’s upright posture.
And in Fang Qingyu’s field of vision...
Jiang Taixuan, the crimson name over him [Martial Saint], flickers erratically like a poor signal.
After several fades and flashes...
It changes to [Taotie·Greed Body]!