C796 Give Me a Chance
The ice tombstone, crafted from the eternal ice crystal, was already riddled with holes.
Pure and flawless flames seeped out from the finger-sized holes, burning with a fierce intensity.
The flames, hauntingly beautiful, carried a power capable of destroying the heavens and earth!
Whether it was a human Lunar Spirit or a ghost practicing necromancy, the presence of the flames felt like the breath of the Death God upon their souls.
Many could sense that Thoaos's chilling Frost Spirit aura had vanished as if it had never existed.
Had a Ghost King truly perished, reduced to ashes and dust?
Countless gazes and remnant souls focused on White Bone.
The majestic Silver Peaks, bathed in radiant divine light, began to contract.
The Silver Peaks continued to gently spin in the void.
With each rotation, the ice energy from Thoaos's ice tempest was neutralized into oblivion.
With a ripping sound, millions of gleaming white divine lights, like chains unleashed by deities, intertwined around the Shadow Mountain, as if slowly tightening and melting it down.
In a brief moment, the Shadow Mountain, once besieged by Spectres and containing the Shadow Moon Essence, transformed into a sharp, gleaming silver spike!
White Bone raised his hand and grasped it with his bony fingers.
Instantly, an infinite brilliance burst forth from his skeletal hand and the silver spike!
The glow was so intense that neither humans nor ghosts dared to look directly at it!
Any adept Lunar Spirit or ghost could detect an unusual chill emanating from the spike, refined from the Silver Peaks.
With a whoosh, clusters of white flames burst forth from the holes in the ice tombstone.
Each cluster of flames burned more fiercely, and upon close examination, entities like Black Staff, Taruer, and Ghost King experts like Rahu could sense the essence of Thoaos's soul within the white flames.
It appeared that Thoaos had indeed been slain by White Bone!
Moreover, White Bone, also a Ghost King, had refined the ice tombstone, seizing Thoaos's soul essence to empower his skeletal form!
Rahu even realized that the formation of the silver spikes, refined from the Silver Peaks, was a direct consequence of Wintermaw's demise.
"The fall of Thoaos gave rise to White Bone, who then refined the Shadow Mountain into a fitting weapon!"
Rahu's form shimmered like a colorful phantom against the clouds. Clutching her flower basket, she gazed down at the newly risen Ghost King, inhaling deeply to steady her turbulent soul and unsettled emotions.
Even she couldn't help but be inwardly moved by the formidable power of White Bone, regarding it with a sense of awe.
"Thank goodness, I made the right choice and didn't waver..." she whispered to herself.
"Is Wintermaw dead?"
Within the grand palace floating midair, the cultivators from Euwrea stood in shock.
"Weren't the Ghost Kings of the Land of Terror supposed to be evenly matched in battle? Wasn't it said that Wintermaw and Black Staff had been locked in combat for years without a clear winner?"
"How could Wintermaw be slain by White Bone so swiftly?"
"If Black Staff and Wintermaw were on par in strength, and now Wintermaw has fallen, what chance does Black Staff stand against White Bone?"
They weren't the only ones astonished.
Tens of thousands of ghosts and souls from across the Land of Terror, who had converged here, were deeply shaken by the spectacle before them.
Wintermaw was dead!
Thoaos, a Ghost King whose reign of terror lasted centuries in the Land of Terror, was vanquished by the White Bone King, a newcomer who had just emerged and ascended.
Had they not witnessed it themselves, they would have struggled to believe it, even if their most trusted followers had reported it.
Both were Ghost Kings; how could Wintermaw fall so easily, so vulnerably?
He was a Ghost King!
What was even more astounding was that after defeating Wintermaw, White Bone's presence didn't diminish; it surged significantly! He had transformed the closely linked Shadow Mountain into a chilling blade that made onlookers' hearts quake.
Clusters of bone-white flames were absorbed into White Bone's skeletal form, with the ice tombstone standing solemnly behind him.
The ice tombstone, composed of the eternal ice crystal, was a treasure coveted by all who mastered the art of ice spells, even in its shattered state.
Yet, in that moment, no one dared to lay claim to the Celestial Ice Crystal.
Members of Winter's Bite looked on with covetous eyes at the tombstone now devoid of Thoaos, barely restraining themselves from leaping at it to chip away a coveted Ice Shard.
"White Bone, could you pass me that ice tombstone?"
Out of the blue, a weary voice echoed from the gaping hole.
"Yu Yuan!"
Ann Ziqing, Mo Yan, and Cao Jiaze instantly turned their attention to the opening that led underground.
"Yu Yuan?"
A buzz of whispers spread among the ghosts. It didn't take long for them to recognize the speaker: the human who had recently summoned a thunderous strike, leaving all the Ghost Kings in awe.
He could actually speak?
This realization dawned on everyone, heightening their astonishment.
Suppressed by the Way of Heaven and struck by calamity thunder, yet he was now speaking. What could this mean?
—Clearly, he had survived the calamity thunder!
With a whoosh, the re-emergence of the Crucible of Evil confirmed their suspicions.
This time, the cauldron's center, shielded by a dark magic power light, revealed an exhausted Yu Yuan, who seemed to be at death's door.
Dressed in a fresh black robe, Yu Yuan was using a black cloth to dab the sweat from his neck and arms.
The cloth, a remnant of his former attire, was now soaking up the sweat of his recent ordeal.
The sweat was viscous and impure, reminiscent of bodily waste.
The skin he had wiped clean was now even more fair and smooth than that of many unrivaled beauties.
His appearance had slimmed down somewhat, and his facial features softened, making him look less rugged and more refined.
"Take it."
White Bone turned and lightly lifted the ice tombstone with a hand as pale as white jade.
The ice tombstone soared through the air, heading straight for the Crucible of Evil.
"Celestial Ice Crystal!"
From the high palace, cultivators of Winter's Bite, along with others who practiced cold spells but were not of their order, exclaimed in shock.
White Bone glanced at the palace, and all cries of surprise abruptly ceased.
At that moment, the ice tombstone passed through the magic power shield and settled into the Crucible of Evil, where Yu Yuan smoothly stowed it away in his Bracelet of Holding.
"Young Master, I..."
Ann Ziqing, clutching the petite Glacial Storm Seal, had a smile tinged with bitterness and helplessness.
She lifted the seal, her voice tinged with confusion as she explained, "Those lightning bolts weren't my doing. I never intended to harm you."
Yu Yuan, freshly in possession of a sizable Celestial Ice Crystal, was in high spirits. He gave her a reassuring nod and simply stated, "I know it wasn't intentional."
A smile of relief spread across Ann Ziqing's face as her furrowed brow eased. "I knew you wouldn't hold it against me."
Having secretly communicated with Razses, the Ghost King, she was beginning to find her way.
The dominance displayed by White Bone meant she had to stay composed at this juncture, avoiding any hasty actions.
"Take a short rest. I'm off to finish Black Staff."
White Bone spoke to Yu Yuan with an air of nonchalance, then gripping his shining awl, he soared into the sky once more, heading straight for the vast black cloud.
Inside the cloud, Qignas remained silent, manipulating the cloud to close in on Taruer at the earliest opportunity.
Dozens of miles away, the nondescript Shadow Mountain where Taruer had concealed himself suddenly crumbled, sending a cascade of stones tumbling across the ground. Taruer's voice echoed from each stone, "White Bone, Wintermaw is the weakest among us. You should be aware of that."
"I am aware."
White Bone continued his ascent, his face void of emotion, his demeanor detached.
To him, whether it was Wintermaw, Black Staff, or Taruer, there was no distinction.
"Mo Yan."
Yu Yuan, having secured the ice tombstone from White Bone, flashed a grin and turned his attention to the Shadowblade hovering in the air. "Down below, you seemed quite interested in my Crucible of Evil and the Banes that emerged from it."
Mo Yan retreated into the Devil Blade with a huff, declaring, "The Crucible of Evil is rightfully mine!"
With a whoosh, the Cloud Cruiser of the Skyreach Consortium made its timely approach.
The vessel glided among the ghosts, drawing closer.
"Representatives from the Skyreach Consortium!"
High above in the celestial palace, numerous cultivators from Euwrea scowled, their faces etched with discontent.
Yu Yuan paused momentarily, turning his head to look.
To his surprise, aboard the familiar Cloud Cruiser, in addition to the Golden Fiend, Ma Jianjiang, and Jin Xiaolie whom he had seen earlier, there was another familiar woman.
It was the Lunar Spirit!
"Sword Sect, Chen Qingyan!"
