225: Purple blood mammoth! Kunpeng fights the Nine Heavens Dao Diagram!

"How dare you, beast!" Qin Han swung his golden palm without looking back, colliding fiercely with it.

Bang!

A sharp tearing sound of metal echoed through the ice chamber, stirring up a flurry of frost that instantly turned into steam upon contact with the Golden Crow Divine Fire.

Innumerable mists enveloped the area, making it difficult to see anything beyond five meters.

Qin Han unleashed his Dominator's Eye, seeing through all illusions.

Within the dense mist, a colossal elephant, radiating silver light all over, was coiled.

Its two thick tusks were slightly curved, pointing diagonally towards the sky, signifying its arrogance and wildness.

Its entire body was covered in long, coarse silver-white fur, enveloping its massive physique like a silver battle armor.

Most striking were its purple eyes, where a dazzling light flowed, indicating its extraordinary nature.

"A Purpureal Blood Mammoth?" Qin Han recognized the beast's origin, quite surprised.

One must know that this type of Yao Beast is incredibly rare, considered a specialty of the Northern Ice Cold State; it must live in extremely cold places, otherwise, it would self-immolate.

According to ancient tales, this is a cursed race that once angered the Heavenly Dao in ancient times.

Yet, encountering it in this place now, Qin Han thought this must be the guardian spirit of the Profound Ice Abyss.

And behind it, surely, was the deepest part of the Profound Ice Abyss.

The place where the extreme cold divine pearl was hidden.

"It seems this hurdle is unavoidable," Qin Han summoned the White Tiger Spear, his eyes erupting with boundless Battle Intent.

He was now eager to test his strength.

He had just reshaped his True Self and invited the true spirits of two primordial great fiends into his Divine Palace.

The Ancient Dragon Elephant particles had also broken through to the tens of millions.

Now was the perfect time for a whetstone; when else would he use it?

Just now, the two had a simple clash, and Qin Han felt that his strength still held a slight advantage in front of this guardian spirit.

After all, it was an existence that could even freeze a Human Emperor-level Sky Lion.

"Come on!"

Qin Han soared into the air, imprinted on the high heavens, merging with the Void Realm as if he were an immortal god, wielding the White Tiger Spear and striking downwards.

"Clang!", "Clang!", "Clang!"...

The spear tip rained down like meteors, landing on the Purpureal Blood Mammoth's silver fur; each strike could easily pierce the neck of a Dharma Idol.

But to Qin Han's surprise, this silver battle armor was incredibly tough; even with his swings, he only managed to cut off a few hairs.

Rumble!

The seemingly light hairs, when they fell on the glacial ground, produced a deafening roar, showing their immense weight.

"Roar!"

The Purpureal Blood Mammoth's ferocity was ignited, and its massive body charged forward, destroying dozens of ice sculptures along the way.

"Good timing!"

Qin Han was waiting for this moment; his golden fist radiated divine light, and a Kunpeng phantom appeared on his fist.

Bang!

The Purpureal Blood Mammoth's head was directly caved in by the immense force, purple blood gushed out, and its body continuously retreated, leaving behind huge footprints on the ground.

Qin Han formed hand seals, at this moment merging with heaven and earth, following the Dao naturally, every move containing ancient Dao intent.

Kunpeng Fights the Nine Heavens!

Qin Han waved his large hand, and a massive Dao diagram suddenly descended from the Void Realm, pressing down on the Purpureal Blood Mammoth, forcefully suppressing it to its knees.

The Purpureal Blood Mammoth roared unwillingly, struggling to get up.

But no matter how hard it tried, it could not break free from the Dao diagram's restraint.

This was not only due to the Kunpeng true spirit's suppression but also to Qin Han's profound understanding of the Dao.

"How can a mere Mammoth compete with a Dragon Elephant?"

Qin Han's face flashed with cold light, he raised his hand and summoned the Ancient Dragon Elephant, terrifying Hellish aura swirling around it, the elephant's palm suddenly descended, crushing the Purpureal Blood Mammoth flat!

Splat!

In an instant, purple blood splattered, and as soon as it flew out, it immediately froze into ice.

The Purpureal Blood Mammoth let out a cry and perished, its life force completely dissipated.

"Too weak," Qin Han shook his head in disappointment, originally thinking the guardian spirit could pose some threat.

He didn't expect it to be just a silver-tipped wax spear, unable to stir up any waves.

"It seems ordinary opponents can no longer satisfy me. Barren Ancient Pure Land Buddhist, are you ready?" Qin Han gazed forward, a killing intent flashing and then vanishing.

The two had competed twice, each time stopping at a certain point, with alternating victories.

The first time, Qin Han narrowly won.

The second time, Jiekong had the upper hand.

He had a premonition that the third time would be a battle to the death, determined to decide the victor.

"You should be ahead, right?" Qin Han continued forward.

Wherever Chu Jiangnian was, Jiekong's shadow was sure to be there.

After walking for another half a day, Qin Han finally delved deep into the heartland.

The Extreme Cold Divine Nature here was incredibly intense, freezing his Physical Body to the point of almost cracking.

Qin Han did not release the Golden Crow Divine Fire to resist the cold, enduring it solely with his Physical Body.

The Profound Ice Abyss was actually a place for Cultivation; the Extreme Cold Divine Nature continuously froze and cracked the Physical Body, which then repaired itself, only to crack again, a cycle repeating endlessly.

This was done to temper the bones, flesh, and skin, making them purer and tougher.

Qin Han had only recently reshaped his True Self, and it was a time when he needed to consolidate it.

He saw that the golden figure in his Sea of Consciousness suddenly dimmed, then reignited and upgraded, the Divine Thought flames burning even more intensely.

At the same time, his Divine Palace became even more resplendent, undergoing several cycles of shattering and recombination, making his true spirit even stronger.

This act could be described as reshaping the True Self; there was a certain danger involved, and a slight misstep could lead to eternal damnation.

But Qin Han had already reached this point; it was already a Heaven-Defying act, and he wasn't worried about the outcome being worse.

After all, since he chose to embark on this Dao, he had to see it through to the end!

"At this rate, I can temper my 'True Self' at least five times or more," Qin Han mused to himself.

Then he continued to walk and Cultivate simultaneously, not delaying either.

...

Two thousand meters deep in the Profound Ice Abyss.

Jiekong and Chu Jiangnian had been here for half a month.

Relying on the Buddhist Salvation method, they bypassed the Purpureal Blood Mammoth's blockade, and then, using the Three Thousand Sarira method, they found the only correct Dao.

Before them now was a cliff, from which eerie white flames rose.

Cold fire was a first-time sight, but it was truly real.

The legendary Extreme Cold Divine Fire was born in the extreme northern reaches of the Northern Ice Cold State, one of the divine fires of heaven and earth, quite mysterious.

Those touched by this fire would not turn to ash but would die in endless cold, transforming into ice slaves.

Once enslaved, their humanity would be extinguished, becoming wandering souls that roamed day and night.

"Donor Chu, what do you think?" Jiekong suddenly asked.

Chu Jiangnian cast a puzzled look.

The vertical eye on Jiekong's forehead glowed brightly, seeing through the Extreme Cold Divine Fire to the scene beyond.

That was the place with the most concentrated Extreme Cold Divine Nature, the birthplace of the extreme cold divine pearl.

"The Extreme Cold Divine Fire is regarded as an evil fire by the beings of the Northern Ice Cold State, but in the Dao of Buddhism, this is the most suitable treasure for salvaging beings," Jiekong said slowly.

"You mean..."

"The cultists who become wandering souls are the easiest to control; they have no distracting thoughts and will never commit acts of betrayal," Jiekong seemed to imply something.

Chu Jiangnian's heart tightened, but his expression remained as calm as an ancient well.

Jiekong continued: "This humble monk hates two kinds of people the most."

"One kind are those who do not believe in the Buddhist Dharma, only following their own hearts."

"The other kind are those who betray trust and act rebelliously."

"And you, my friend, which kind are you?"