Chapter 8: The Real Frost North Snow (7)
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It’s not every day that three upper gods decide to throw a shindig together.
Just the morning after the Broad-eyed Heavenly King took a tumble, the skies above the Asking Dao Continent lit up like a bad fireworks show with three shooting stars—each one soaring down and leaving a glowing trail.
Down below, the folks hiding under the Sky Tower were blissfully unaware of the cosmic spectacle unfolding above. They had planned to party all night long to celebrate their so-called victory, but the Female Emperor had a little chat with them, breaking the news that the divine punishment wasn’t over yet. There might be even bigger bad guys coming to crash their party, so slackers, beware!
Reality hit them like a ton of bricks. The threat wasn’t canceled; it just hit snooze.
But Frost North Snow had her own plans—she didn’t want to turn the Sky Tower area into a battlefield, risking more innocent casualties. She knew the bad guys were gunning for her personally.
So, she decided to bring along Three Shiyuan as her trusty bodyguard and steer clear of the Sky Tower.
Just as she expected, once those three shooting stars caught wind of her presence, they zoomed straight for her, looking very much like they wouldn’t rest until she was turned into a pile of cosmic dust.
“Boom! Boom!”
The meteors crashed into the raging waters, sending splashes higher than a toddler on a sugar rush.
Three Shiyuan nervously watched the flickering golden figures emerge from the depths, cold sweat trickling down his cheek.
Any one of those three was already way stronger than the Broad-eyed Heavenly King.
And here they were, all three of them at once.
Even though the Sky Tower was dozens of kilometers away from this impending brawl, everyone felt like they’d been strapped down by some invisible weight, making even the tiniest finger wiggle feel like a Herculean task.
If these brawlers really turned the Sky Tower into a boxing ring, the shock waves alone would have folks knocked out cold without even breaking a sweat.
Three Shiyuan had always been confident in Frost North Snow, but with such formidable foes approaching, standing around pondering their fate was not an option. Each of them struck a pose, ready to jump in front of their dear sister, even if it meant taking a hit for her.
The top dog among the trio, Duowen Heavenly King, wasn’t in a rush to attack. Instead, he looked at Frost North Snow like she was the last slice of pizza at a party.
“We may have underestimated you,” he said, his eyes gleaming like he just bought a lottery ticket.
The Growth Heavenly King and the Broad-eyed Heavenly King had a tight bond, and right now, he was itching to crush Frost North Snow into oblivion.
“Big Brother, why are we wasting time? I’ll take her down now! I want revenge for Little Brother!”
“Hold your horses,” Duowen Heavenly King said. “Didn’t expect you’d slip past Broad-eyed’s techniques with such a… creative tactic.”
Frost North Snow replied coolly, “No, more accurately, I slipped past your noses.”
Meanwhile, the lower gods lurking around with their divine powers were having a hard time keeping up with the conversation.
“What are they playing, charades? I don’t understand a word!”
“Shh! Stop chit-chatting and listen!”
“I’m becoming increasingly curious about that dark-cloaked lady. Can she really slay gods?”
Duowen Heavenly King wasn’t oblivious to the peeping lower gods but knew that in the realm of Sumeru, there was no strict hierarchy among upper, middle, and lower gods. If he wanted their support, he needed to scare them half to d*ath since strength spoke louder than fancy words.
Now that the Broad-eyed Heavenly King had bitten the dust, it no doubt cast a shadow over Duowen and his three heavenly buddies. To turn this tide, he needed the other gods to witness firsthand how they were going to obliterate their enemies in style.
Of course, if he could showcase his cleverness and strategic prowess and impress the gods by matching Di Shitian’s brilliance, that’d be a bonus.
“Let me guess, you’ve been preparing for this moment for centuries. In fact, it circles back to four hundred years ago,” Duowen said, his voice as smooth as butter.
True to his name, he was as knowledgeable as they come; if it weren’t for Di Shitian standing in his way, his reputation would echo through the divine realms.
He’d never paid much attention to the Asking Dao Continent—his three younger siblings managed the grunt work. But when the Broad-eyed got himself in a pickle, he immediately summoned his brothers, gathering detailed intel on Frost North Snow. After sorting through the information, even Duowen had to admit that Broad-eyed had no one to blame but himself.
Any one of the three could’ve faced her unsuspectingly and ended up face first in regret.
“Four hundred years ago, after the Monster Race got their behinds handed to them in Human territory, you returned to the Chaos Forest and set up camp at the snowy mountains on the edge of the forest. I believe you discovered a secret pathway to another hive around that time but never quite pinpointed its location, which is why you spent the next three centuries trying to figure out its pattern.”
Frost North Snow nodded, appearing entirely unfazed by Duowen’s deduction.
Duowen continued, “Honestly, you were already qualified to become a lower god back then. No wonder you were so eager to bolt—if we’d caught you, divine punishment would’ve come knocking way ahead of schedule.”
“Ugh… are you done rambling?” Frost North Snow wasn’t the slightest bit intimidated.
Duowen shook his head, “Patience! This way, you get to buy yourself a few more minutes.”
With a cold snort, Frost North Snow let him go on because she too was curious about just how much he could read into her schemes.
“I have to admit, your reasoning is quite sharp. You’ve been laying the groundwork since your snowy mountain retreat four hundred years ago.”
The Flowerless Palace was one of the Seven Great Immortal Gates of the Human Race. The Great Palace Master, while gallivanting around, stumbled upon several ancient relics planted there thanks to your clever maneuvering.
Otherwise, how could she possibly wander into the Restricted Divine Domain under her own power?
Through these relics, the Great Palace Master gradually learned many truths about the continent, one being that you, Frost North Snow, had been sacrificing formidable members of various races to the gods as a faithful servant.
Naturally, this left her fuming mad at you.
And as the queen of the Monster Race four hundred years ago who escaped the Human Race’s great purge, your notoriety was known far and wide.
The Great Palace Master dedicated over a hundred years searching for you—seen as the mastermind behind all this chaos. Of course, you wouldn’t have made it easy for her to find you before you had the location of the passage confirmed.
Finally, a hundred years ago, as the portal to another hive was about to unveil itself, you deliberately exposed your whereabouts and got yourself found by the Great Palace Master.
Not that she knew you were looking for a way out; she promptly skewered you with her sword.
But you cleverly seized that moment to slip away into another realm, leaving the Great Palace Master under the assumption that you were dead.
Meanwhile, my three brothers, keeping an eye on the lower realms, believed you had met your end with absolutely no clue you were the second being capable of reaching another hive.
If anything, it was fate at play—without that twist of irony, we might have discovered and wiped you out long ago.
