Chapter Seven: The Snow Empress Takes Her Away

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Now, to the main story.

The vast Ice Palace gave a final lament, then collapsed with a thunderous roar, leaving a giant depression in the flat snowy ground.

Mu Yang, unable to escape in time, was trapped beneath the ruins of the Ice Palace.

“Congratulations to the host for completing the task: Divine Gift.
Reward: Upgrade Tang Dao (Human Heart).
As the Tang Dao (Human Heart) has been lost, the system will temporarily store the reward.
Awaken Martial Soul: Pain, Ego.”

“Name: Mu Yang”
“Soul Power: Level 10”
“Martial Soul: Pain, Ego”
“SCP-682 Ability—Undying Body: SCP–682 possesses extraordinary vitality, remarkable adaptability, and regenerative powers. It can evolve in response to harsh environments and even comprehend other abilities.

Awakened Abilities:
Extreme Cold: Adaptation to icy environments with swift temperature regulation.
Intimidation: After absorbing a portion of soul beast pressure, can release it; soul beasts below ten thousand years generally dare not approach.
Healing (Extreme): Recovery ability has nearly reached its limit.
Adaptation (Death): Adaptation to death.”

“Items: D6, Sheath (Human Heart)”

“Ego? Does that mean myself? Is it a Martial Soul of the body? But it doesn’t quite seem so. And Pain, what is that? No specific form?” Mu Yang pondered in confusion.

“The commotion was too big—better leave quickly.” Mu Yang crawled out from the Ice Palace. A young woman watched him with interest, as if observing a new species.

Her appearance was human, a girl of seventeen or eighteen, with pure white hair cascading from her head to her feet. Her sky-blue eyes were ethereal and transparent, as if able to see through all things in the world. Her slender, flawless figure was clad in a long white dress without a single adornment, yet she exuded an air of noble beauty.

But Mu Yang did not become infatuated with her appearance; instead, he was startled by the “person” before him.

“I knew the commotion would be trouble. Now I’ve run into someone extraordinary. This is a mess.” Mu Yang muttered to himself, paying no attention to the woman before him.

Seeing Mu Yang’s demeanor, the woman frowned, moved her finger, and in the next moment Mu Yang was reduced to a pile of flesh—truly, not even ashes remained.

Just as she was about to leave, she paused in surprise as Mu Yang’s body began to reconstruct itself—skeleton, blood, vessels, organs, skin—a brand new Mu Yang appeared before the Snow Emperor.

The Snow Emperor had seen much in her life, but this scene truly shocked her. Even the restorative powers of a Snow Demon could never recover from being pulverized so thoroughly.

“Are you a mutated Snow Demon?” the Snow Emperor asked.

Mu Yang was bewildered, wondering to himself, “Snow Demon? What is that? Am I this species? Or perhaps all soul beasts in the extreme north are called Snow Demons by humans?”

“It seems you’re a newly born mutated Snow Demon. Quite fortunate. Not only did I find a hundred-thousand-year-old Snow Lotus this time, I’ve also come across a mutated Snow Demon. Looks like its evolution is towards enhanced recovery.” The Snow Emperor smiled, then seized Mu Yang.

Mu Yang only felt darkness before his eyes, and was taken by the Snow Emperor to another palace of ice and snow.

This was the Snow Emperor’s residence...

The author went out to play today, got caught in a light rain along the way, hurried home, and ended up with a terrible stomach ache. So this chapter is a bit weak—please forgive me.