160: Chapter 160 Don't use magic recklessly, you'll get beaten up.

A circle of soft, pale silver light patterns lit up on the frozen earth beneath Xie Feng's feet.

The Spacetime Gate left behind by his ancestor Liu Yanqing in the Far North was activated, and the teleportation coordinates were anchored.

With Xie Feng's shameful grandstanding action triggered, the group of people was successfully enveloped by the fixed Spacetime Gate.

Ithaqua let out a sharp and shrill howl of cold wind from the direction of the distant volcanic cone.

The ice layer across the entire tundra trembled violently amidst that howl, and the dozens of Children of the Wind still standing on the plaza raised their heads simultaneously, the grayish-white mist inside their huge mouths churning frantically.

Xie Feng grabbed the Third Princess by the arm, pushed Zhou Jinglan toward Lu Mingyuan's direction, and then raised his head toward the direction where the pale silver light patterns unfolded, looking at the phantom of the stone tablet slowly emerging from the depths of the Void Realm: "Ancestor, you really left a backup plan."

The light suddenly burst open, and the plaza, the Children of the Wind, the city-state, and the tundra all vanished.

Xie Feng felt a familiar, violent spacetime pulling force, exactly the same as when he was called away by Yog-Sothoth in a dream, but this time the landing point of the pulling force was precise, without the slightest deviation.

When he steadied himself again, the tail of the cold crystal blind staff tapped against the hard, ancient frozen earth.

The tail of the cold crystal blind staff let out a crisp sound.

The concentration of spiritual power in the air was more than an order of magnitude lower than that of the Nine Provinces, yet every wispy trace of Spiritual Qi was pure and primitive, mixed with the unique stone powder scent of ancient mineral dust that Xie Feng had only smelled in karst caves when traveling in his past life.

"This is..." Xie Feng slowly turned around, pushing his spiritual power perception to the limit.

In the distance lay several low and continuous volcanic cones smoking, with slender grayish-white smoke columns slowly rising from the cone mouths.

At the foot of the volcanic cones was an extremely vast and deep coniferous forest, their tree crowns covered with a thick layer of grayish-white frost.

Further away, at the edge of the mountains visible to the eye, several tall and thick stone pillars whose surfaces were carved all over with characters could be vaguely seen protruding diagonally from the depths of the ice layer, eroded by wind, sand, and glaciers for who knows how many years, still stubbornly pointing toward the grayish-blue sky.

Far North — Hyperborea.

Xie Feng's hand trembled like a sieve on the grip of the cold crystal blind staff, and then he forcefully suppressed it with the control of a Fourth Realm Cultivator.

Tu Ziguan noticed it.

Tu Ziguan was squatting nearby, shaking off the ice dregs that had poured into the collar of his leather robe. Seeing Xie Feng turn his head back and seeing that restrained corner of his mouth beneath the veil, he unsparingly spoke out: "Bro? No way? Are you smiling."

"No." Xie Feng pressed the corners of his mouth downward, but his tri-lobed pupils betrayed him.

Those tri-lobed pupils were constantly changing. This was an instinctive reaction left behind after the Night Demon stayed in his body for a long time, and every time Xie Feng's emotions fluctuated, it would unconsciously change along with them.

"You are definitely smiling. Your expression right now is exactly the same as your ancestor's in the notes."

Tu Ziguan flicked clean the ice dregs on the collar of his leather robe and stood up.

"You really are family."

Xie Feng did not deny it, because his current mood was indeed exactly the same as Liu Yanqing's.

Far North, Hyperborea, this was the true core stage of the cthulhu mythos.

Snake-men had once established a short-lived, brilliant civilization on this frozen earth. After the Voormis were enslaved by them, they successfully overthrew the snake-men, and packs of Noph-Keh chased migrating snow deer among the coniferous forests.

Witches and wizards had built countless towns and wizard towers here, Tsathoggua had dozed off in the caves for thousands of years, Rhan-Tegoth's Ivory Throne stood deeper in the frigid Far North, and the Elk Goddess's cult was perhaps not far away.

In the seven layers of underground caves, besides the God of Toads, there were countless Great Old Ones, such as the Spider God Atlach-Nacha and the "Dark Silent One" Zushikun.

Even that entity was among them!

One of the Outer Gods, the "Source of the Unclean" and the "Ancestor of Evils," Abhoth!

Every page of data he had flipped through while running TRPG campaigns on Blue Star, every mythological geography he had repeatedly confirmed, was now entirely on this frozen earth beneath his feet.

"My hands are shaking."

Xie Feng finally stopped hiding it, his voice carrying a rare excitement.

"Tu Wu, do you know where we are standing right now?! Hyperborea!! Snake-men, Voormis, and Noph-Keh have all lived on this continent. 'The breath of the Old Gods is in the wind of the Far North,' I can feel it right now!"

Tu Ziguan turned his head to look at him, the expression on his Face changing from initial banter to a sort of helpless tolerance.

You couldn't expect a hobbyist to stay calm at a time like this; if he could transmigrate into an armory, you'd see how Tu Ziguan would jump for joy.

He reinserted the colt at his waist, patted the frost on his leather robe, and spoke in the tone of someone who had been through it all: "As the saying goes, if you aren't family, you don't enter the same door. Probably the biggest regret of your life is not bringing a charcoal pencil."

Xie Feng pulled out a charcoal pencil from his own pocket.

"No way, bro???"

"Oh, you know, better safe than sorry!"

The Third Princess had also returned to normal at this moment, getting up and disgruntledly kicking Xie Feng in the shin.

It wasn't intentional; mainly because the Third Princess had limited height and couldn't kick very high.

"What did you make my brother do, you bastard!"

"Hiss! Ow, fuck."

Xie Feng bounced up and down in pain.

"Serves you right!"

Xu Liujing chimed in from the side.

Zhou Jinglan coughed twice and inquired.

"What should we do now? We should have already arrived, right, Mr. Xie? Since you had such a brilliant method, why didn't you use it earlier?"

Xie Feng had just recovered his breath, looked at the vast expanse of tundra around him, and reached out to poke Tu Ziguan.

"Well, simply put, there is a creature called the Hounds of Tindalos, which is slightly weaker than our Sect Master, but it's probably no problem for them to bite the few of us to death."

The Third Princess tilted her head in confusion.

"What does this thing have to do with us?"

Tu Ziguan turned his head to look at the royal siblings.

"Did you see that Spell my bro used just now?"

The two nodded in unison.

"Whoever uses that thing gets bitten by dogs; people call it the Dog Biscuit Manufacturing Spell."

The two looked at Xie Feng in shock. Xu Liujing in the back was practically going to cry—forget about a marquis's household constantly coming out to risk their lives with you guys, why was there still such a risk involved?

Xie Feng shook his head earnestly.

"Don't listen to his bullshit, it's not true."

The three people and the Imperial Guards let out a long sigh of relief.

"This Spell is not called the Dog Biscuit Manufacturing Spell."

"Bastard! That sentence wasn't true, was it?!"

Xie Feng began to be beaten up by the group.

After a round of severe beating, embracing the mindset that what is a blessing is not a curse, and what is a curse cannot be avoided, the group got up and tidied up.

Of course, it was also mainly because they were tired from beating him.

"What should we do now?"

Tu Ziguan said gleefully from the side.

The bruised and swollen Xie Feng stood up and rubbed his Face.

"Let's go, let's find the ancestor's stronghold first."

The group prepared to head toward the wizard tower ahead that looked inhabited to try their luck first.