276: Chapter 276 The Immortal Abode Descends and the Primordial Golden Flame

Deep within the Nether Cold Continent lies a forbidden zone for life known as the "Immortal Burial Ice Field."

The wind and snow here are no longer mere natural phenomena; every snowflake contains incomparably sharp Ice Cold Laws. If an ordinary Golden Immortal Cultivator does not rely on top-tier protective Magic Treasures, standing in this wind and snow for even a moment would cause their immortal spiritual power, cultivated over hundreds of thousands of years, to freeze into ice shards, and their Divine Soul to turn into dust.

However, today, this eternally silent forbidden zone welcomed its greatest clamor in several epochs.

The aurora in the sky seemed to be frantically stirred by an invisible giant hand, presenting a state of chaotic brilliance that was dizzying. Above the icy ground, countless escape lights, Magic Treasures, and massive immortal Spirit Beasts hovered densely.

Millions of Cultivators gathered here, all waiting for the supreme Opportunity left behind by a legendary powerhouse at the Peak Daluo Realm—the Minghan Immortal Mansion.

The cultivation world has always been an Asura field with a strict hierarchy, and this was vividly displayed on the Immortal Burial Ice Field.

At the outermost perimeter were countless Loose Cultivators and Disciples from small to medium Sects. They shivered in the biting cold wind, only able to join forces in groups of several or even dozens to prop up defensive Formations, bitterly resisting the heavenly might.

Further inward were the great Sects of the North Cold Immortal Domain with profound foundations. Grand cross-sea vessels and floating palaces occupied advantageous terrain, their Formation lights flickering to completely isolate the wind and snow.

Only a few super powers were truly qualified to step into the core area of the ice field, where the Space Laws were weakest and the aurora was most blinding.

To the east, nine Scarlet-gold Flood Dragons, each ten thousand feet long and burning with Pure Yang True Fire, pulled a towering White Jade Palace as it hovered quietly. Immortal music wafted around the palace, and over a hundred Heavenly God generals clad in golden armor, all with cultivation reaching the Late Golden Immortal Stage level, stood solemnly on both sides. A fluctuation of Early Luo Stage Laws, majestic and awe-inspiring, faintly emanated from deep within the White Jade Palace, causing the snow to stop falling for ten thousand miles around. This represented the official power of the Heavenly Court governing the North Cold Immortal Domain.

To the west, a thick blood cloud spanning hundreds of miles obscured the sky. Within the blood cloud, countless hideous phantom ghosts wailed piteously, and a thousand-foot-tall White Bone Throne was faintly visible. Seated upon the throne was a mysterious person shrouded in blood-red robes. The suffocating fluctuations of Blood Laws clearly belonged to a genuine Early Daluo Realm demon Cultivator.

To the north, the Cangliu Palace fleet appeared somewhat low-key. Although several giant vessels still hovered, after the disaster in the Nether Cold Ice Sea, the high-level members of Cangliu Palace had clearly restrained themselves, quietly occupying an area and silently watching the movements in the core zone.

In the center of this terrifying storm where powerhouses gathered and pressures intertwined.

Zhou Wannian seemed completely out of place with everything around him.

He did not ride any flashy Magic Treasures, nor did he release even a shred of immortal spiritual power to resist the cold wind. He simply wore those unremarkable green robes, walking leisurely atop a steep icy Peak like a Mortal.

As the violent Ice Cold Laws approached within three feet of his body, they seemed to encounter an invisible black hole and instantly vanished into nothingness, unable to even flutter the corner of his clothes.

Zhou Wannian walked to the edge of the icy Peak and sat down cross-legged at his leisure. Before him was a flat green boulder; he even had the presence of mind to take out a set of purple clay tea tools found only in the Mortal world from his storage ring, slowly and methodically boiling a pot of spiritual spring water.

A streak of golden light darted out from his sleeve and landed on the green stone, transforming into a small beetle the size of a fist covered in golden scales—the Gold-Devouring Immortal, Golden Boy.

Golden Boy crawled around the green stone dissatisfied, emitting a series of crisp sounds of protest.

Zhou Wannian's expression was calm as he casually threw the half-broken high-grade Immortal Artifact, the "ghost head great saber," which he had pilfered from the Aurora Ghost Camp, onto the green stone.

Zhou Wannian said in an easygoing tone, "Don't be noisy. Although this Deep Sea Sunken Silver is a bit impure, it's barely enough for you to sharpen your teeth. Stay quiet after eating; the good show is about to start."

Seeing the half-broken saber, Golden Boy's pea-sized eyes immediately lit up. It pounced directly on it, hugging the broken blade that was dozens of times larger than its own body, and made ear-grating "crunch, crunch" sounds as if eating some peerless delicious pastry.

Zhou Wannian poured a cup of hot tea, his gaze deep as he looked toward the distorted sky ahead.

Suddenly.

The entire Immortal Burial Ice Field trembled violently.

It wasn't an ordinary earthquake, but rather the Space Laws of this world enduring a heavy pressure that exceeded their limit.

The brilliant and chaotic aurora in the sky seemed to be ruthlessly split down the middle by an invisible giant sword that could cleave heaven and earth. A massive spatial rift, a hundred thousand miles long, tore open across the firmament with a thunderous roar.

Pitch-black, deep, and violent spatial turbulence poured out from the rift, transforming into a Spatial Storm that destroyed everything.

Several Early Taiyi Stage Loose Cultivators near the rift didn't even have time to scream before being sucked into the Spatial Storm. The protective Magic Treasures and Taiyi immortal bodies they were so proud of were instantly turned into countless bits of flesh and blood rain under the tearing of the Spatial Storm, like fragile paper, before being completely annihilated into nothingness.

This scene caused the originally restless crowd to instantly fall into a dead silence. Everyone involuntarily retreated hundreds of miles, their eyes filled with awe.

Accompanied by a dull roar that was ancient, desolate, and seemed to cross hundreds of millions of years, a bronze immortal palace so massive it was beyond words slowly squeezed out from that hundred-thousand-mile spatial rift.

The surface of the immortal palace was covered with mottled copper green and ancient dark red bloodstains, each pillar as thick as a pillar that propped up the heavens. The gates of the immortal palace were tightly shut, and above them hung a tattered plaque with four large characters written in Ancient Immortal Script in a bold, flowing style.

Minghan Immortal Mansion.

The moment the immortal mansion completely descended upon the ice field, an Aura of Perfection Law unique to a Peak Daluo Realm powerhouse swept through the entire North Cold Immortal Domain like a physical tsunami.

Under the pressure of this Aura, Cultivators in the Golden Immortal Realm felt their knees soften and knelt on the ice, unable to control their bodies at all. Even powerhouses in the Taiyi Realm felt as if an ancient divine mountain was pressing on their chests, making breathing difficult.

A majestic cold snort emanated from within the Heavenly Court's White Jade Palace.

A Scarlet-gold Flood Dragon roared, pulling the palace as it resolutely braved the Peak Daluo pressure, slowly approaching the bronze gates of the immortal mansion.

Within the blood cloud to the west, that White Bone Throne also slowly rose. The mysterious person in blood-red let out a burst of piercing, mad laughter, driving the blood cloud to transform into a sky-obscuring blood-red hand that clawed toward the bronze gates.

The true core struggle reached a fever pitch the moment the immortal mansion appeared.

However, just as the Heavenly Court and the demon Cultivators tried to approach the gates, a layer of pale gold ancient Formation light screen suddenly lit up on the surface of the bronze immortal palace.

Bang.

A muffled sound.

The Heavenly Court's Scarlet-gold Flood Dragon crashed into the light screen and actually let out a piteous cry, scales flying as its massive body was forced back by the counter-shock. The sky-obscuring blood-red hand also made a "hissing" sound and rapidly dissolved upon touching the light screen, like snow meeting a blazing sun.

A voice full of fury came from within the White Jade Palace.

A Heavenly God general shouted loudly, "Impudent! This is the North Cold Immortal Domain, a land governed by the Heavenly Court. A mere deceased ancient Cultivator's Immortal Cave dares to block the path of the Heavenly Court? All generals, hear my command! Form the Capital Heaven Divine Lightning Formation and blast these gates open for me!"

With the order given, over a hundred Late Golden Immortal Stage generals flew out simultaneously, forming a profound Formation in mid-air. Endless Lightning Laws gathered in the sky, transforming into a purple lightning pillar as thick as a mountain, which struck toward the bronze gates with a heavenly might that could destroy everything.

At this time, on an icy Peak not far from the bronze gates, a small interlude was occurring.

The range of the Heavenly Court generals' Formation was very broad. To ensure the power of the lightning Formation, several peripheral generals responsible for clearing the area began to drive away the Loose Cultivators who were trying to approach to scavenge for scraps.

Among them, a Heavenly Court Commander with Early Taiyi Stage cultivation, wearing silver armor, scanned the area below, his gaze happening to land on the Ice Peak where Zhou Wannian was.

He saw a youth in green robes who not only failed to kneel but sat there leisurely drinking tea, while nearby, a bug that didn't know its place was even gnawing on scrap metal. In this battlefield filled with killing intent and awe, this appeared particularly glaring and offensive.

The silver-armored commander frowned, a hint of haughty killing intent flashing in his eyes.

The silver-armored commander barked sternly: "Where did this ignorant Loose Cultivator come from? The Heavenly Court is conducting business; idle people must immediately get ten thousand miles away. To dare act mysterious before the Heavenly Court's front, die!"

He didn't waste any words, nor did he bother to investigate Zhou Wannian's cultivation. In his view, a fellow who couldn't even release a protective immortal light was nothing more than an ant who had used some secret method to hide his Aura.

The silver-armored commander's spear quivered, and a sharp spear light containing the Early Taiyi Stage Metal Law, like a silver Dragon, tore through the wind and snow, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, as it nailed fiercely toward Zhou Wannian's forehead.

If this spear strike hit home, an ordinary Peak Golden Immortal Cultivator would surely have their form and spirit extinguished instantly.

Zhou Wannian put down the purple clay teacup in his hand.

He did not stand up, nor did he sacrifice any Magic Treasure. He didn't even look directly at the silver-armored commander, merely lifting his eyelids slightly to glance at the howling silver Dragon.

Zhou Wannian said in a flat tone: "Noisy."

He extended his right index finger with a relaxed motion, as if shooing away a bothersome fly.

A speck of dark gold spark, thousands of times finer than a strand of hair, flicked lightly from his fingertip.

Primordial Sun Essence Fire.

This was a peerless exotic fire that even Daluo Realm Dao Ancestors would covet, and it was also the core where Zhou Wannian completed the Fire Origin of the Great Five Elements Illusory World Art.

The moment that speck of dark gold spark flew from his fingertip, it swelled against the wind.

There was no world-shaking explosion, nor were there scorching waves of fire sweeping across. The temperature of the Primordial Sun Essence Fire had been restrained to the extreme, reaching a Realm where things turn into their opposites at their limit.

The spark collided nonchalantly with that imposing silver Dragon.

Silently.

The indestructible spear light, which contained the Early Taiyi Stage Metal Law, was like dry leaves meeting a fierce fire the moment it touched the dark gold spark; it didn't even last half a breath before being directly vaporized into the most primitive Spiritual Qi.

The spark's momentum did not decrease; its speed seemed slow, but it had actually ignored the distance of the Space Law, instantly appearing before the silver-armored commander's chest.

The arrogance and killing intent on the silver-armored commander's face had not even faded before they completely froze.

The Taiyi Immortal Body he was so proud of, and the priceless high-grade defensive Immortal Artifact armor on his body, were as good as nothing at this moment.

A speck of fire light sank into his chest.

A light breeze blew by.

That majestic Early Taiyi Stage Heavenly Court Commander was like something built from the finest dust; his entire body collapsed soundlessly in mid-air, turning into ashes. There was no blood, no screams, and even his Nascent Soul and Divine Soul were completely incinerated into nothingness by the Primordial Sun Essence Fire in that instant, deprived even of the qualification for Reincarnation.

An instant kill.

Extreme silence.

The Heavenly Court Divine Generals who had been focusing on forming the Formation, as well as the surrounding Cultivators watching this place, all fell into a deathly silence.

An Early Taiyi Stage powerhouse, a commander of the Heavenly Court, had actually been erased so nonchalantly without even seeing how the other party had made a move.

Inside the White Jade Palace, that Early Luo Stage pressure suddenly paused, then erupted like an enraged lion.

A majestic and startled voice came from within the palace.

The Heavenly Court Mighty One roared: "What audacity! To dare kill a commander of my Heavenly Court. No matter who you are, today I shall surely subject you to Soul Refining after stripping your tendons."

Before his voice had even faded, a golden giant palm several acres in size, condensed from pure Pure Yang Law, reached out from the White Jade Palace, carrying a world-destroying Aura as it slammed fiercely toward the Ice Peak where Zhou Wannian was.

An Early Daluo Realm powerhouse had personally taken action.

Under this terrifying Aura, fine cracks began to appear on the entire Ice Peak, and the surrounding space distorted violently like boiling water.

Facing the wrathful strike of an Early Daluo Realm expert, Zhou Wannian still sat steadily on the blue stone.

He lightly patted his shoulder, and the Golden Boy, who had been gnawing on the broken saber, immediately understood and turned into a streak of golden light, burrowing back into his sleeve.

Zhou Wannian slowly stood up.

He straightened his green robe and looked up at the golden giant palm pressing down like the heavens; a faint ripple finally appeared in those deep eyes.

It was not fear, but a trace of extremely faint mockery.

Zhou Wannian said in a steady tone: "Does a Daluo of the Heavenly Court only possess such means? Since you wish to test me, then let me show you what true Law crushing is."

Zhou Wannian did not form any seals, merely placing both hands behind his back.

One hundred and eight time dao patternss erupted within his Qi Sea. The Five Elements Perfection Origin power of the Great Five Elements Illusory World Art fused perfectly with that incomparably powerful True Demon Indestructible Body through his Meridians.

Zhou Wannian slightly raised his chin, his lips parting slightly.

Zhou Wannian spat out a single word: "Disperse."

Boom!

An indescribable and terrifying Law fluctuation, centered on Zhou Wannian, spread madly in a circular fashion toward all directions.

This was no longer simple Space Law, but a perfect Fusion of time, space, and the generation and restriction of the Five Elements.

The moment this fluctuation swept past...

The aggressive golden giant palm, which was enough to level everything within ten thousand miles, was like hitting an invisible and indestructible world barrier.

There was no sound of a violent collision.

The golden giant palm suddenly halted in mid-air; subsequently, an extremely minute black dot appeared at the center of the palm. That black dot expanded madly at a speed that defied common sense, instantly swallowing the entire giant palm.

The Law power of the Early Daluo Realm was completely decomposed and dismantled under the dual crushing of Zhou Wannian's time and space, turning into a rain of golden light that scattered over the deathly silent ice field.

A muffled groan came from within the White Jade Palace, and that Early Luo Stage pressure instantly withered away; clearly, the caster had suffered an extremely severe backlash.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

On the bone throne of the Demon Cultivator, that mysterious person stopped all wild laughter, his whole body tensing up, his eyes full of deep wariness.

On the fleet of the Cangliu Palace, several Golden Immortal Elders were so scared their legs went weak; they recognized that youth in green robes as the terrifying existence who had wiped out a hundred thousand sea beasts with a single word on the Nether Cold Ice Sea a few days ago.

Zhou Wannian did not continue to pursue the Daluo in the White Jade Palace. To him, that was merely an insignificant tester.

His gaze pierced through the layers of wind and snow, landing on the gate of that Bronze Immortal Hall. In his eyes, that layer of pale gold Formation light screen, which had blocked the Heavenly Court and the Demon Cultivators, was covered with the trajectories of Law operations.

Zhou Wannian took a step forward.

He did not use any escape techniques, just walking step by step through the Void Realm, as if walking on stairs on level ground, toward the bronze gate of the Minghan Immortal Mansion.

Wherever he passed, whether it was the violent spatial turbulence or the residual Law ripples of the Daluo Realm powerhouse, they all receded to both sides like the most docile sheep.

Under the watchful eyes of the multitude and the awe and terror of countless powerhouses, he walked up to that pale gold Formation light screen.

Zhou Wannian did not pause, nor did he make any move to break the Formation. He simply maintained that leisurely pace, his body directly passing through that Formation light screen that even an Early Luo Stage could not shake, as if the light screen simply did not exist.

Afterward, he pushed open that bronze gate that had been sealed for hundreds of millions of years, his figure disappearing into the dark Immortal Mansion.

He left behind millions of Cultivators outside, unable to recover their senses for a long time in the cold wind of the ice field.