Chapter 662: Chapter 658: Mutation in God Burial Valley, A Sword Seals with Ice
Speaking of God Burial Valley, no one in the entire Great Xia is more familiar with it than Xia Feng.
He has entered God Burial Valley numerous times and has gained considerable opportunities from within.
It could even be said that the valley is different for Xia Feng compared to others, as he is almost unaffected by the resentment inside, whereas others, even the many young women, are more or less affected.
Therefore, when Xia Feng ventures into God Burial Valley, he mostly delves alone. To put it in a rather unusual way, if there were no Resentful Beasts inside, Xia Feng feels that being in God Burial Valley feels somewhat like being in the Dream Realm Pearl.
The sensation of being able to faintly control the entire God Burial Valley fascinates him. But upon his arrival this time, something seemed to have stirred in the valley, giving an unsettling feeling.
Xia Feng stood at a spot not far from the entrance of God Burial Valley, with a slightly hesitant expression, unsure whether he should go in and investigate.
The resentment inside surged continuously, even breaking out from previous boundaries, starting to spread around the valley.
He had previously heard the dragon’s roar of the Jiu Wu Dragon, which seemed somewhat low and mournful.
Xia Feng wished to explore once more. The final goal of the Demon and Nether Races was this place; he needed to first find the Jiu Wu Dragon to inquire what they were searching for, and then counteract based on their objectives.
However, there were still scattered demons and death gods outside, and the situation with the young women was uncertain.
Xia Feng was well aware that if he were to explore God Burial Valley, even with the Jiu Wu Dragon providing a shortcut, it would take him several days to reach the core location.
The Jiu Wu Dragon could not come out, and Xia Feng needed time to go in. It was best to resolve the external matters thoroughly first, and then explore God Burial Valley with the young women at ease.
After all, when he obtained the Heaven-Burying Sword before, the murals corresponded with the attributes Xia Feng cultivated, which also corresponded with the Great Dao the young women cultivated.
If he could persuade the Jiu Wu Dragon to bring back the Ancient Divine Hall, perhaps the young women could comprehend some ancient god techniques from the murals.
Thinking of this, he let out a long howl towards God Burial Valley, accompanied by the sword hum of the Heaven-Burying Sword and the sound of the God-Burying Bell.
After a while, a long dragon roar came from the core of God Burial Valley as if urging Xia Feng to finish his business quickly and come.
Having made up his mind, Xia Feng no longer hesitated and plunged into the void, rushing in the direction of the Great Xia Divine Capital.
Now the young women had reached the Main God Realm, and with the Ten Extremes Array constructed, even a Divine King would not dare to directly confront them.
When Xia Feng arrived, a large group of demons and death gods had already been dealt with.
The young women were constructing the Ten Extremes Array, engaging one of the Thirty-Six Great Monarchs of the Nether Race, with neither side gaining the advantage, locked in a stalemate.
Nearby, Father Xia and Mrs. Xia, along with the successive Emperors Xia, each held their suitable opponents at bay, having no immediate attention for the scattered demon and Nether Races.
Xia Feng slightly furrowed his brows. A layer of frost covered the Heaven-Burying Sword, and a dense force of Extreme Ice began to envelop the sky.
In the blink of an eye, the frost condensed into a layer of white clouds, seemingly brewing some form of attack.
Seeing the clouds, the young women and others were initially startled but quickly recognized the familiar scene.
Xia Feng had used this technique a few times before. Now with its appearance, everyone immediately realized Xia Feng must have arrived.
The dense Extreme Ice Power instantly lowered the surrounding temperature, and even the exhaled breath carried a layer of frost.
The demons and death gods appeared slightly panicked, seemingly unaware of what was unfolding.
Snow Qi, one of the Thirty-Six Great Monarchs of the Nether Race, squinted up at the clouds in the sky, feeling a sense of foreboding.
Such a level of harnessing the Power of Heaven and Earth, though the opponent is native to this world and thus has a boosted might, being so ostentatious, must be extraordinarily powerful.
Now, Xia Feng is hidden while these individuals are exposed, leading to a frenzy in wanting to locate Xia Feng’s position, at least preventing a surprise attack amidst the chaos.
But before they could find Xia Feng’s location, the clouds in the sky seemed to have gathered enough Extreme Ice Power, and soft snowflakes began to gently fall from the sky.
Snow was somewhat puzzled, even momentarily doubting whether it was just a mere natural snowfall phenomenon.
After all, despite the grandiose display, only a few sparse snowflakes were falling.
He slashed his Scythe of Death at the young women, unleashing death qi, and then wildly directed the Power of Death at the cloud layer as if trying to break it apart.
Despite his efforts, the Power of Death became so dense it was hard to breathe, yet the cloud layer remained unaffected.
Just as he debated whether to keep an eye on this cloud layer, the first batch of snowflakes landed on those around.
Now a Divine King, Xia Feng’s mastery of the Power of the Great Dao was naturally effortless.
The snowflakes fell on both Great Xia Soldiers and the Demon and Nether Races. Those landing on the Great Xia Soldiers seemed to have no effect, not even making them feel the cold air.
At most, they felt a slight recovery in energy and a refreshed divine sense after the snowflakes touched them.
However, the snowflakes falling on the Demon and Nether Races were not so kindly, almost instantly emitting Extreme Ice Power, freezing the covered skin.
Countless snowflakes fell from the sky, and by the time Snow and the Demon and Nether Races realized and tried to dodge, it was too late.
A large portion of the Demon and Nether Races was frozen into ice sculptures by this bizarre snowfall, and without hesitation, the Great Xia Soldiers rushed forward to shatter these frozen statues, completely eliminating the chance of alien revival.
The lower-tier Demon and Nether Races succumbed to just a few snowflakes, while those of slightly higher realms struggled, desperately raising a transparent barrier with magic or Nether Power, trying to avoid the snowflakes.
But their opponents gave them no respite, swiftly claiming many alien lives as they were distracted.
Snow trembled with soul fire, releasing divine sense to explore the surroundings, seemingly trying to find the person hidden in the shadows.
But after a long fruitless search for Xia Feng, he could only furiously rage: "Come out!"
