275: Chapter 275 Ice Soul Fragrance and Casually Flying Ashes

In the main hall on the first floor of Tingxue Small Abode, the faint smell of scorching was quickly dispersed by the cool breeze circulating through the Formation.

The handsome Qi Refinement Stage Attendant slumped in the corner, his mind blank as he stared at the debris and dark red bloodstains all over the floor. It wasn't until Zhou Wannian's gentle voice reached his ears that he suddenly shivered, as if waking from a deep nightmare.

The Attendant scrambled to his feet, not even daring to look up at the green-robed youth who sat calmly by the window as if nothing had happened. He hastily wiped the cold sweat from his face and stumbled towards the back kitchen.

Zhou Wannian calmly withdrew his gaze and continued to look out at the Aurora Ghost Camp. The fierce wind and snow still raged, and the Loose Cultivators on the camp's main road were in a hurry, their hawking and arguing still echoing in the wind. Outside the ice-sculpted gate that had been shattered by the gray-haired old man, occasional Cultivators passing by would peek inside, but upon sensing the lingering trace of heart-palpitating Law fluctuation in the hall, they would immediately quicken their steps and flee like startled birds, not daring to meddle in others' affairs.

Before long, the side door leading to the back kitchen was cautiously pushed open.

The Attendant emerged, trembling, carrying a ten-thousand-year jade marrow tray emitting a faint, ethereal blue chill. On the tray rested an ancient-looking ice jade teapot and two small, exquisite teacups, accompanied by two plates of crystal-clear snow lotus cakes emitting a delicate sweet fragrance.

The Attendant lowered his head and walked with small steps to Zhou Wannian's table, his hands trembling as he set down the tray. The white mist overflowing from the spout instantly condensed into tiny ice crystals upon contact with the air, falling with a rustling sound.

The Attendant stammered, "Se-Senior, your Aurora Ice Soul Tea is ready. This tea is cold in nature and should be consumed hot... I mean, cold, to fully appreciate its marvelous ability to calm the Divine Soul. The pastries are complimentary snow lotus cakes from our establishment."

Zhou Wannian nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the faint blue halo on the teapot's surface.

Zhou Wannian said in a casual tone, "Thank you. There's nothing else for you here; you may withdraw."

The Attendant felt as if he had received a great pardon, bowing repeatedly before quickly retreating to the back kitchen, no longer daring to stay in the hall for another moment.

Zhou Wannian picked up the ice jade teapot and tilted his wrist slightly, a stream of azure tea, like liquid aurora, flowed from the spout into the teacup. The tea made no sound and emitted no steam; instead, it exuded an astonishing chill that could freeze the Divine Soul.

He raised the teacup to his lips and took a shallow sip.

The moment the tea entered his mouth, it was as if he had swallowed a sharp blade forged from ten-thousand-year profound ice, and an bone-chilling cold plunged down his throat into his abdomen. However, just as this cold was about to freeze his internal organs, a pure and extraordinary warm current erupted in his Qi Sea. This warm current rapidly circulated through his meridians, eventually converging into his Sea of Consciousness, making his Divine Soul feel an unprecedented clarity and transparency.

Zhou Wannian put down the teacup, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Zhou Wannian murmured to himself, "No wonder it dares to sell for ten Medium Grade immortal yuan stones per pot. This Aurora Ice Soul Tea indeed has some profound qualities; the trace of the Law of Heaven and Earth's Cold contained within it is an excellent substance for nourishing the Divine Soul."

He ignored the mess on the floor, leisurely sipping his tea and eating the snow lotus cakes, his demeanor serene. It was as if what had just transpired here was not a Taiyi-level crushing massacre, but merely an insignificant breeze rustling leaves.

After finishing a pot of tea, more than half an hour had passed.

Zhou Wannian flipped his wrist, and ten sparkling Spirit Stones, emitting rich Immortal Qi, appeared on the tabletop, clinking crisply. He stood up, dusted his green long robe, and walked towards the broken gate.

Just as he was about to step out of Tingxue Small Abode, his footsteps paused slightly, and his brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

Above the Aurora Ghost Camp, amidst the wind and snow, a dull roar suddenly echoed, like thousands of muffled thunderclaps exploding simultaneously in the clouds. The originally brilliant aurora was violently torn apart by a raging black Devilish Qi, and the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted at that moment, with countless hailstones mixed with black snowflakes pouring down.

A colossal bone boat, entirely black and a thousand zhang long, tore through the layers of wind and snow, descending ferociously above the Aurora Ghost Camp like an unparalleled Vicious Beast charging out of the Nine Nether Hell. On the giant boat, thousands of Cultivators stood densely packed, all clad in black long robes embroidered with gruesome skull patterns.

A terrifying Taiyi Middle Stage Peak pressure, like a materialized black tsunami, poured down from the bone boat, instantly engulfing the camp within a hundred-li radius.

The previously noisy Loose Cultivators in the camp, suppressed by this pressure, all fell to their knees in the ice and snow with a thud, spitting blood, their eyes filled with endless terror. The crude tents and temporary palaces collapsed and shattered under the impact of this pressure, turning into a pile of ruins.

The entire Aurora Ghost Camp, at this moment, fell into a deathly silence and despair.

At the bow of the bone boat stood an old man, clad in a black cloak, his face withered like a dried corpse. His eyes were deeply sunken, with two ghostly green flames flickering in their sockets, and his entire body exuded a nauseating stench of corpse and violent Law fluctuations.

In his hand, he clutched a shattered Natal Soul Tablet, now reduced to dust. His ghostly green gaze swept over the camp below like a venomous snake, finally locking onto the broken gate of Tingxue Small Abode.

The corpse-like old man's voice was hoarse, as grating as metal scraping against metal.

The corpse-like old man roared furiously, "Who? Who killed my Black Sea Nether Sect's Inner Elder? How dare you harm my Demon Sect's people on the Nether Cold Continent? I will extract your Divine Soul, suppress it under the Nine Nether Demonic Flames, and ensure you can never reincarnate!"

Accompanying his roar, thousands of Demon Sect Disciples on the bone boat simultaneously erupted in earth-shattering battle cries. Violent Devilish Qi converged in mid-air to form an enormous skull, which opened its abyssal maw and savagely devoured towards Tingxue Small Abode.

Facing this terrifying, world-destroying spectacle, Zhou Wannian's expression remained unchanged; he didn't even frown.

He unhurriedly stepped out of Tingxue Small Abode's doorway, standing on the street covered in wind and snow. He looked up at the enormous black skull roaring down from the sky, then glanced at the corpse-like old man standing at the bow of the bone boat.

Zhou Wannian said in a calm tone, "The young ones were dealt with, and now the old ones have come. Your Black Sea Nether Sect people are truly as bothersome as flies."

He did not summon his void-splitting ruler, nor did he use the true word treasure wheel. He merely casually raised his right hand, palm facing upwards, and gently clenched it towards the imposing black skull in the sky.

Great Five Elements Illusory World Art, Space Law, Great Perfection.

Buzz.

Heaven and earth seemed to freeze for an instant.

Centered on Zhou Wannian's palm, the Space Law within a ten-thousand-zhang radius suddenly became chaotic. The originally stable space, at this moment, shattered inch by inch like fragile glass, transforming into countless transparent spatial blades invisible to the naked eye.

The enormous skull, which had gathered the Devilish Qi of thousands of Demon Sect Disciples and could easily obliterate ordinary Taiyi Early Stage Cultivators, was silently cut into the most basic Spiritual Qi particles the instant it touched these spatial blades, dissipating into the wind and snow without a trace of resistance.

The ghostly green flames in the corpse-like old man's eye sockets flickered violently, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his withered face.

The corpse-like old man shouted in horror, "Space Law! Who exactly are you?!"

Zhou Wannian did not answer him. He slowly lowered his right hand, his gaze calmly fixed on the bone boat in the sky.

Zhou Wannian said in a calm tone, "Since you've come, then all of you shall stay."

Before his words finished, a faint golden light flashed deep within Zhou Wannian's eyes. One hundred and eight time dao patterns quietly circulated within his body.

Time Law, Stasis.

An invisible Law fluctuation instantly rippled out, sweeping across the entire bone boat.

At this moment, the look of terror on the corpse-like old man's face completely froze, the black snowflakes falling from the sky halted in mid-air, and the actions of those Demon Sect Disciples raising their Magic Treasures also stiffened in place. The entire thousand-zhang-long bone boat seemed to be sealed within a giant amber, with all sounds, movements, and even thoughts forcibly paused.

Zhou Wannian's expression was composed. He joined his index and middle fingers and gently sliced towards the bone boat in the sky.

An imperceptible silver spatial rift appeared at Zhou Wannian's fingertip, then extended infinitely at an unnatural speed, instantly tearing through the Void Realm and directly cutting through the very middle of the thousand-zhang-long bone boat.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any dazzling Spell light and shadow.

The moment the Time Law's stasis effect dissipated, the bone boat, which had exuded Taiyi Middle Stage pressure, along with the corpse-like old man and thousands of Demon Sect Disciples, collapsed with a rumble like delicate sand sculptures under the gentle caress of a breeze.

They didn't even have time to scream before they, along with the giant boat, turned into a sky full of black powder, scattering over the ice plains of the Aurora Ghost Camp and being completely buried by the newly fallen white snow.

One strike, instant kill.

The entire Aurora Ghost Camp was dead silent. The Loose Cultivators kneeling in the ice and snow watched everything unfolding in the sky like stone statues, even forgetting to breathe.

Zhou Wannian paid no attention to the gazes filled with endless reverence and fear around him. With a casual wave, he drew the several storage Magical Artifacts that had fallen from the sky into his hand, then turned around and walked steadily along the main road towards the entrance of the Minghan Immortal Mansion.

His green long robe fluttered slightly in the wind and snow, without a speck of dust adhering to it.