290: Chapter 290 A Fated Person

"I can't beat him..."

"I will die..."

"I will definitely die!"

Extreme fear instantly devoured all greed.

The burly man's rugged face twisted violently.

His earthy-yellow Qi lost all control, rampaging wildly through his Meridians.

He fell to his knees on the ice with a thud.

His knees shattered a large expanse of thick ice crystals.

Even the mace he regarded as his life slipped from his hands and fell.

It emitted a dull, heavy thud.

On the other side.

The cold, sinister old man, who was just about to cast a blood escape secret technique, had also been ambushed.

His withered fingers still maintained the posture of the hand seal.

A drop of his lifeblood essence had already been forced to his fingertips.

Yet, within his Sea of Consciousness, a monstrous wave surged.

The old man felt the whispers of countless vengeful spirits ringing in his ears.

The wronged souls he had tortured and killed were frantically tearing at his Dao Heart.

"There is no escape."

"This extreme cold jade marrow soul is a death warrant!"

"Whoever takes it will die!"

The old man's body spasmed violently as he retreated again and again.

The dark blue poison needle condensing at his fingertips shattered inch by inch.

It turned into blue poisonous mist and scattered with the wind.

The two Loose Cultivators with Purple Mansion First Divine Power, under Gu Changsheng's dimensional reduction attack,

couldn't even hold out for half a breath.

They were directly reduced to lambs waiting for slaughter.

Gu Changsheng stood above the ice cliff.

His fingertips moved rapidly over the bone flute, his motions so fast only afterimages remained.

He hadn't put these two Loose Cultivators in his eyes at all.

His true target was Ning Shuanghan, who carried the True God mark of the five methods.

The melody rose in silence.

Control Soul.

The invisible sound wave transformed into a steel needle soaked in potent poison.

It ruthlessly stabbed toward Ning Shuanghan's Spirit Platform.

Ning Shuanghan was just about to activate a killing move to completely finish off these two troublesome Loose Cultivators.

Suddenly.

A dazzling blue light lit up between his brows.

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the life-bound Divine Sense mark left by Immortal Master Tianwan sensed the intrusion of an external force.

The mark erupted with the terrifying pressure of the five methods.

It attempted to forcibly expel this soul-bewitching sound.

At the same time, a frost-white jade seal hanging at his waist also vibrated violently.

Quasi-Magic Treasure [Frost Heaven Seal].

It automatically protected its master.

It unfolded a thick, ice-blue light screen, shielding Ning Shuanghan tightly within.

Complex array patterns flowed across the surface of the light screen, resisting all invisible attacks.

"Who is it!"

Ning Shuanghan whipped his head around, scanning his surroundings.

His frost-white Daoist robe snapped in the wind and snow.

But he discovered nothing.

Only the howling blizzard filling the sky and the ice shards covering the ground.

Gu Changsheng twitched his face, letting out a cold sneer.

A mere dead object mark, and it wants to block the full-force erosion of the Five Divine Abilities of the Purple Mansion?

The Wither-Bloom Magic Power power, woven with cyan and black, erupted from within his body.

Borrowing the concealment of the taiyin submerging spirit jade, he poured all this power into the bone flute.

The penetrating power of the sound wave instantly skyrocketed tenfold.

It ignored the physical defense of the [Frost Heaven Seal].

It bypassed the direct confrontation with that five-method Divine Sense mark.

Like a maggot attached to the bone.

It followed the cracks in Ning Shuanghan's Sea of Consciousness and forcibly drilled in.

Crack.

The defensive barrier deep within Ning Shuanghan's Spirit Platform was pried open directly by this brutal force.

An invisible Control Soul mark was rudely planted inside by Gu Changsheng.

Ning Shuanghan's whole body shuddered.

The blue light between his brows flickered a few times.

Finally, it dimmed helplessly.

Because this force did not trigger the lethal judgment.

The old ghost Tianwan's mark could not judge what kind of danger the host was currently in.

It was merely a defensive mechanism; facing this silent, subtle distortion of the mind, it was useless.

Ning Shuanghan's originally clear eyes showed a very brief moment of unfocused daze.

Then they quickly regained focus.

Only deep within his pupils, there was an extra hint of extremely strange dullness.

Gu Changsheng lowered the bone flute.

He tucked his hands into his wide sleeves.

It's done.

The battle situation at the bottom of the ice valley underwent an extremely absurd reversal.

The three people who were originally fighting for their lives stopped their actions in unison.

The bald, burly man stopped struggling, letting his legs be completely frozen by the hard ice.

The cold, sinister old man retracted his escape technique, standing rooted to the spot like a wooden stake.

Ning Shuanghan even dissipated the ice shield above his head.

Hanging the [Frost Heaven Seal] back at his waist.

The violent collision of Qi instantly subsided.

Only the cold wind of the Northern Plains remained, wailing in the valley.

The three of them looked at each other.

No killing intent.

No precautions.

Only an extremely strange tacit understanding.

Gu Changsheng tapped his finger bones lightly against the bone flute inside his sleeve.

The Divine Soul mark was completely activated.

A strong psychological suggestion, following the invisible threads of Karma, slammed into the three people's Sea of Consciousness simultaneously.

"This extreme cold jade marrow soul is an ominous object."

"Whoever claims it for themselves will surely bring about a fatal catastrophe from which there is no return."

"To continue fighting for it will surely lead to mutual destruction."

"Only by offering it to a passing fated expert,"

"can today's fatal catastrophe be resolved."

An absolutely absurd logic.

But under the forcible distortion of the [Control Soul] mark,

these three revered this psychological suggestion as a golden rule.

Believing in it without doubt.

The bald, burly man turned his head with great difficulty.

Looking at the rare treasure emitting a dark blue, cold light.

The greed on his face was completely gone, replaced only by a wariness that wanted to avoid it at all costs.

"This thing... cannot be touched."

His voice was dry, revealing the relief of having survived a disaster.

The cold, sinister old man nodded repeatedly.

"Indeed, this object is highly ominous."

"We Mortals have no fortune to enjoy it."

Ning Shuanghan even pinched a hand seal with one hand.

Dissipating the remaining cold Qi around him.

He straightened his back and nodded as if it were only natural.

"My grandfather once said that all rare treasures of heaven and earth have a destined owner."

"To resolve today's deadlock, we must abandon this object."

Gu Changsheng stood above the ice cliff.

Listening to the absurd dialogue of the three Purple Mansion Cultivators below.

His face twitched imperceptibly.

The tyranny of the Soul-Guiding Melody made even him feel alarmed.

He had forcibly tricked three Purple Mansion old monsters, who were killing with red eyes, into becoming fools who deeply believed in Karma and fate.

And these three didn't notice any abnormality at all.

They even felt that this was a supreme truth of heaven and earth they had realized through an Epiphany.

Inside his sleeve.

Coal Ball twisted its fat body restlessly.

Its golden vertical pupils stared fixedly at the extreme cold jade marrow soul below.

Greedy demonic power was almost overflowing from its body.

If not for Gu Changsheng's Wither-Bloom Magic Power power suppressing it tightly,

this little beast would have already rushed down to feast.

"What's the rush."

Gu Changsheng, through the fabric, flicked the black cat's head with his finger.

"It will be delivered to our door soon."

He tugged at his dusty black robe with one hand.

Fastening the taiyin submerging spirit jade tightly against his body.

Dim, cold light flowed, completely obscuring the Qi aura around him.

He was now a Mortal with no cultivation fluctuations.

Or rather, an inscrutable, reclusive expert who had returned to simplicity.

Gu Changsheng stepped out.

His figure floated down lightly from the ice cliff dozens of feet high.

His feet landed steadily on the snow at the bottom of the valley.

Not even a single snowflake was splashed up.

Inside the ice valley.

Ning Shuanghan, the bald, burly man, and the cold, sinister old man all retracted their Magical Artifacts simultaneously.

Like puppets programmed with a set procedure.

They turned their heads in unison to look at the ice valley entrance.

There, a grey-robed figure was walking over the snow.