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The two of them looked around. There were thousands of these ice sculptures, even more densely packed near the summit.
More and more sculptures began to awaken.
As they spotted Xu Zimo and Great Wisdom, a furious shout echoed out.
“Those who offend the Desolate Kingdom, die!”
Countless statues marched in unison, charging at the two of them.
“What do we do?” Great Wisdom asked hurriedly.
“Every man for himself,” Xu Zimo chuckled and dashed toward the summit.
Though these sculptures were powerful and moved with disciplined coordination, the gap in strength was far too great.
Xu Zimo smashed through them one by one with his fists, charging straight up the mountain.
Seeing this, Great Wisdom’s eyes flickered, and he shouted, “Boundless Heavenly Lord!”
His body expanded several dozen times in size, his robe enlarging with him.
With each stride spanning tens of meters, he quickly followed behind Xu Zimo.
As they got closer to the summit, the sculptures became stronger and stronger.
When they finally reached the peak, they saw a throne standing atop it.
Seated on the throne was a man dressed in imperial robes, with a dozen armored generals standing to his left and right.
“Halt!” one of the generals stepped forward, spear in hand, and shouted, “In the presence of our king, kneel!”
“Trash,” Xu Zimo said lightly.
He drew his blade, Shadow Tyrant. A single slash of its sharp aura cut the general clean in half.
“How dare you!” the man on the throne growled.
The sky instantly shifted. A golden dragon coiled above his head.
This dragon seemed real, not an illusion.
The dozen generals charged at Xu Zimo.
“Great Wisdom, block them!” Xu Zimo called.
Great Wisdom, catching up, didn’t hesitate. His massive form stepped forward, blocking all the generals.
Xu Zimo walked step by step toward the man on the throne.
“How about a duel between us?” he said with a smile.
The man in imperial robes slowly stood. With a wave of his hand, the golden dragon roared and lunged at Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo clenched his right fist and punched the dragon head-on.
With a deafening boom, the golden dragon shrieked as the surrounding space shattered. It was blasted away by that single punch.
The man’s eyes flickered. He rose into the air, radiating divine majesty.
He was like a monarch reigning over all, or perhaps, he truly was a king.
A dominating aura of supreme confidence spread from his body.
“A ruler is one of dominance,” he snorted, slamming his palm down toward Xu Zimo.
“The Desolate Kingdom is already gone. What king are you still pretending to be?” Xu Zimo shook his head and laughed.
From his blade, he unleashed the Sixteenth Form of Dao-Seeking: Heaven-Burial.
A wave of black mist and blade light surged forth, striking toward the man.
A massive explosion followed, like a mushroom cloud rising in midair.
The entire sky was swallowed by darkness.
Xu Zimo looked up. The man was still surrounded by a golden aura, seemingly untouched.
“That’s the power of people’s wishes, it shields him from all attacks,” Great Wisdom shouted from below.
“There’s no such thing as absolute protection against overwhelming power,” Xu Zimo replied coldly.
He activated the eighteen mystic meridians in his body, and the War God’s Eight Transformation appeared behind him.
His entire body gathered spiritforce from the world.
“Seventeenth Form of Dao-Seeking: Godslayer,” Xu Zimo growled.
Shadow Tyrant trembled in his hand.
This move condensed all of Xu Zimo’s power into a single point, then released it with a hundredfold strength.
It was one of the ultimate forms of the Nineteen Forms of Dao-Seeking.
Xu Zimo slowly raised Shadow Tyrant, endless blade intent coalescing around him.
The aura was like his limbs and breath, changing madly with each of his movements.
He stepped back with his right foot and raised his right arm, the blade gleaming coldly.
Endless blade energy gathered at the tip.
With a low shout, Xu Zimo swung Shadow Tyrant. The air exploded with a thunderous roar.
The residual force alone triggered another avalanche on Heaven-Jade Mountain.
Snow poured down the slopes. The blade light split the sky itself, carving a chasm through the heavens.
The man in imperial robes watched as the blade aura expanded before his eyes, already enveloping him.
The golden wish power around him transformed, first into a roaring tiger, then into a descending dragon.
But when the blade light reached him, it only resisted for a moment before piercing his entire body.
He was annihilated in the wave of blade energy.
“Your Grace!” the surrounding generals howled in despair.
The moment the man died, the generals and tens of thousands of soldiers below chose not to live either, all committed suicide atop Heaven-Jade Mountain.
Their bodies were buried beneath the snow.
That single slash from Xu Zimo had nearly split the mountain in two, creating a massive chasm.
Xu Zimo looked up. Thick snow began to fall from the sky.
The snowflakes seemed to sing a sorrowful requiem, covering everything.
In moments, the entire mountain was blanketed again.
These snowflakes carried a mysterious power.
With their descent, Heaven-Jade Mountain began to slowly recover. The chasm began to close.
New ice sculptures appeared.
They were sculpted in the image of those who had just died.
“This is...” Great Wisdom looked on in awe.
Taking a deep breath, he said, “Heaven-Jade Mountain is no ordinary place.”
“I can see that,” Xu Zimo said.
“I don’t know what kind of power is behind this, but these people can’t truly be killed,” Great Wisdom said.
“It’s the willpower of the Desolate Kingdom’s dead,” Xu Zimo said after a moment of thought. “Each year, at a certain time, they revive. But that’s all, they can’t leave Heaven-Jade Mountain. Once the time passes, they turn back into sculptures.”
“Then let’s leave quickly. Fighting them is pointless,” Great Wisdom said.
Xu Zimo nodded. The two of them crossed the summit and began sprinting down the other side.
From the mountaintop, they had a clear view of the landscape.
In the distance, the Endless Sky Sea came into blurry view.