421: Chapter 431 Only Lust Is Hard to Resist! Emerging from Seclusion!

Deep within the Yougu Prison, on a desolate ice field buried by wind and snow.

"Bang!"

Su Long's half-Dragon Physical Body was sent flying again, smashing heavily into an iceberg.

He climbed out of the snow pit, patted the ice shards off his body, and looked at the giant ice soul representing "Lust," his face full of frustration.

"Damn it! It's been almost four years!"

Su Long pointed at the yellow ice soul and cursed, "We've broken through the other six giant ice souls! Only this yellow one, we just can't get past it!"

The surrounding Su Family brothers also shook their heads and sighed, feeling the same way.

In these nearly four years, they could be said to have made rapid progress.

Under the blessing of the Su Family's terrifying Bloodline Aptitude, they had endured the illusory trials of the other six negative emotions, such as "Laziness, Wrath, and Greed."

Every time they broke through a barrier, the upper limit of their Physical Body bearing the Law would skyrocket, and their strength would undergo a heaven-defying qualitative change.

But only this illusory realm representing "Lust" had become everyone's nightmare.

This illusory realm understood men too well. It could not only see through the partner you desired most in your heart, but also simulate the most unsolvable emotional bonds and gentle havens.

Even the most mentally resilient Su Dao and Su Yu had tried a few times, only to end in failure.

"Forget it, some things cannot be forced."

Su Hao stood up and glanced at the skin on the back of his hand, which now had a faint layer of ice-blue shimmer; that was the sign of his "Winter Bloodline" being greatly strengthened.

"Although we didn't clear this last one, our gains over these four years are already massive enough. Our current Physical Body strength is more than several times stronger than when we first entered, isn't it?"

"I don't think anyone can break through this level, at least not now." Even Su Mo, that stubborn battle fanatic, couldn't help but shake his head and admit the reality.

Although everyone was unwilling, they knew that continuing to waste time here was useless, and their Divine Sense was already reaching its limit.

"Crush the tokens; it's time to leave."

Su Dao was the first to take out that dark blue cold ice token. As he squeezed it hard, the token dissipated into specks of blue light.

Immediately after, over a hundred crisp cracking sounds rang out on the ice field simultaneously.

Inside the Winter Temple, Zhu Nanrong, who was sitting high on the cold ice throne, was resting with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, her heart moved, and she sensed over a hundred space transmission requests erupting from the prison simultaneously.

"The aura seems much stronger than four years ago..."

A flash of shock crossed Zhu Nanrong's eyes.

She did not hesitate, waved her jade hand, and the Great Emperor Realm Law power instantly connected with the Winter Formation.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

On the white jade square outside the temple, space twisted violently, and over a hundred tall figures stepped out from the Void Realm one after another.

Su Hao, who was in the lead, had a strange ice-blue divine halo circulating on his originally bronze-colored skin.

That extreme cold Law, which originally repelled outsiders, was now surrounding him docilely, as if it were submitting to him.

"He actually did it..." Zhu Nanrong looked at Su Hao, her heart unable to stop surging with turbulent waves.

An outsider had actually obtained the Winter Bloodline in the prison!

At this moment, Zhu Ziqiu, who had been guarding outside the temple, waiting bitterly, saw that familiar figure and her cold, autumn-water-like eyes immediately turned red.

"Su Hao!"

Zhu Ziqiu no longer cared about the reserve of a Holy Maiden, nor did she care if there were people around.

Like a swallow returning to its nest, she turned into a stream of white light and threw herself recklessly into Su Hao's broad, sturdy embrace.

"You fool... It's been five years, you're finally out!"

Zhu Ziqiu hugged him tightly, her tears soaking Su Hao's clothes, her voice choked but filled with extreme firmness:

"I don't care about any Bloodline curse anymore! Even if you didn't transform the Winter Bloodline, even if it meant exhausting my cultivation, I am willing to stay with you forever!"

Su Hao was pushed back half a step by this sudden embrace.

Feeling the sincere and fervent emotions of the beauty in his arms, a gentle smile finally melted on his cold, hard face.

He reached out, gently patted Zhu Ziqiu's back, and chuckled: "Don't worry, my life is very tough."

"Oh my, oh my, this sour, stinky smell, it's freezing me to death!" Su Long and the others on the side frantically teased them, winking.

Pei Qingnan had also run over with red eyes long ago and hugged Su Mo tightly.

Over these four years, Pei Qingnan, Little Bell, and the other women had been guarding outside the square, inseparable, ever since Su Dao and the others entered the Yougu Prison.

Little Bell also found that familiar green-clothed figure in her heart among the crowd.

She had grown into a graceful young woman now, no longer the skinny little girl she once was.

But when she looked at Su Dao with a flushed face, she found that Su Dao's gaze toward her was full of complexity, as if he had experienced something unspeakable in the illusory realm.

"Boss... what's wrong with you?" Little Bell came to Su Dao's side and asked in a low voice.

Su Dao pursed his lips, looked at her deeply, was silent for a long time, and finally said: "It's nothing."

"Let's go, come to my place. I'll hold a welcome banquet for you all!" Zhu Ziqiu held Su Hao's hand, her coldness gone.

Zhu Nanrong sat in the main hall, looking at the youth and vitality overflowing from that group of young people on the square, and slowly sat back on the throne.

Her slender right leg was casually placed over her left, and a section of cold, jade-white skin was faintly visible under her imperial robe, dizzying to behold.

"It's good to be young, possessing infinite possibilities."

Thinking of her own situation, she couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake her head: "It seems that I am destined to be trapped by my Bloodline in this life, and grow old in loneliness..."

Just as the Su Family group was laughing and talking while returning to their residence with Zhu Ziqiu.

In a hidden ice valley on the outskirts of the Winter Abyss.

Leng Aotian was moving silently through a complex of ice-sculpted buildings with three Great Emperor Wandu Saints shrouded in black robes, his expression cold.

For these nearly four years, the dead soldiers sent by Great Emperor Wandu had not acted rashly.

They knew the terror of the Winter Abyss Formation and could only, under the secret cover of the Leng Family traitor, narrow their search range bit by bit like mice.

Until today!

"Envoy, this area is the edge of the Holy Maiden's restricted zone, and also a blind spot in the early warning Formation that our Leng Family secretly controls." Leng Aotian lowered his voice, pointing to an exquisite ice pavilion covered in ice and snow not far ahead.

"The people brought by that group of outsiders are placed in there."

The leading Saint of Great Emperor Wandu took out a green Jade Slip from his bosom.

At this moment, the surface of that Jade Slip was glowing with an extremely blinding red light, so hot it felt like it was about to burn!

"The red light is blazing... It can't be wrong! The target is in the ice pavilion ahead!"

Greedy green light instantly erupted from the turbid eyes of the Saint.

After searching for a full four years, the Great Emperor's Breakthrough opportunity was finally within reach!

As long as they caught that expendable material, they would be able to receive a reward from Great Emperor Wandu!

"Young Master Leng, happy cooperation. Our Great Emperor has agreed to your conditions. After the matter is done, he will naturally help you eliminate dissidents and seize the power of the Valley." The Saint sneered repeatedly.

Leng Aotian gritted his teeth and looked at the ice pavilion, his eyes full of inseparable resentment and jealousy:

"I don't care what you are looking for! I only have one request—after catching the people, tear that wild man beside Zhu Ziqiu into ten thousand pieces for me!!!"

"Heh heh... As you wish. As long as he dares to appear, this Saint will definitely make him wish he were dead!"

The three Saints looked at each other, turned into three clusters of pitch-black poisonous mist, and under the cover of the wind and snow, silently crept toward Zhu Ziqiu's ice pavilion...