Chapter 991: The Power of the Great Glacial Throne Technique
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 991: The Power of the Great Glacial Throne Technique
"No... we can't just stand by and watch them complete that Great Spellbook!"
At that moment, one by one, the observers snapped back to reality. They might have once had their own pursuits, but now, they had their own factions to answer to.
"Should we strike?"
"Strike!"
With just a few brief exchanges, many of the Transcendents reached an immediate consensus.
They had come here primarily because of the revival of the Ancient Remnant Ice King’s clan, following instructions from the Academy. Among them, a significant portion of the Transcendents were not high-ranking enough to know the specific details of the Staff of World Destruction Plan, nor did they have access to intelligence regarding the World Navel.
Thus, they weren't as desperate as those who knew the truth.
However, those privy to the inner workings felt an obligation to stop this. To sabotage the Witch Academy’s unknown observation plan, they simply needed to wipe out the Ancient Remnant Ice clan once more. If possible, it would be best to also eliminate the Little Witch, one of the culprits behind this entire situation.
Yet, those with keen eyes noticed something off. Even if they couldn't be certain, they suspected that the captured Little Witch wasn't the designated "Yang Yuehan."
But just as these people were about to disregard the unspoken rules and force their hand...
Everyone froze!
Among the Wizard group, many faces twisted into expressions of pure terror!
Standing amidst the drifting snow of the wasteland was a single figure. She didn't move, yet her mere presence terrified the Wizards so much they didn't dare take a step forward.
The Transcendent Angels and Saint Realm Elves were confused, thinking the Wizards were playing them—letting them step forward first to shoulder the risk of a Witch’s counterattack.
"What are you Wizards doing?!" a leading Elven Transcendent demanded via telepathy, glaring toward the Wizards in the distance.
"It’s her! Don't go! You'll die!"
"Who?"
"It’s the Rebel Witch from the Witches' side!"
When the Wizard finished speaking, the other two factions were stunned, their expressions quickly turning grim.
"Rebel Witch"—in the Witch race, this term was synonymous with power and defiance. It was the first stereotype that came to mind when anyone thought of Witches.
And this particular Rebel Witch was named Sheryl. They naturally remembered her, especially those from the Wizard Academy.
Last time, this Rebel Witch had fought her way into the Wizard Academy, and it had taken Mei Lind herself to go and persuade her to return. At that time, the Rebel Witch had nearly reached the Spiral Core Observation Tower. Clearly, she had been looking for the World Navel, but since that place was only a secret observation site, she had come up empty-handed.
The Elves had been harassed as well, though they had kept the scandal from leaking out.
However, Sheryl hadn't observed anything unusual at the Afuhemi World Tree Branch either. The Main World was extremely hostile to the rooting of World Trees, so the Afuhemi World Tree was very withered here, and most of the time, it couldn't connect to the World Navel.
The most time-consuming part of the Staff of World Destruction Plan was the process of the Afuhemi World Tree anchoring the World Navel under the Wizards' observation. Even once anchored, it could only be maintained for a very short time.
Theoretically, however, that window was enough for the Staff of World Destruction to complete its world-ending task.
And now, this Rebel Witch stood right before their eyes, looking as if she would annihilate anyone who dared to make a move.
Who would dare step forward?
Of course, their fear of this Rebel Witch stemmed from other reasons as well.
Transcendents who were ignorant of the Staff of World Destruction Plan were simply outmatched by her raw strength. Those who did know about the plan feared her even more.
At their level, they weren't just afraid of her power—after all, the probability of a Transcendent escaping from a Rebel Witch was still quite high. What they feared was her utterly reckless style of doing things.
The Staff of World Destruction Plan was built upon the Witches' growing covetousness toward the Main World. The more the Witches cared about the world, the stronger the plan's deterrent.
But a Rebel Witch didn't care!
Furthermore, the Transcendents in the Main World were already trapped—bound by various restrictions, the gap in power, and the shroud of the Great Weakening Spell. If the Staff of World Destruction Plan was executed, the Witches would only lose a Main World, but these Transcendents would lose their lives!
According to theoretical calculations and mystical divinations, if such a thing truly happened, no one could escape the fate of death.
If they recklessly tried to take the Rebel Witch down with them, she would undoubtedly be laughing harder than any of them!
A thousand-year plot, a plan for the Main World ruined in an instant—the blame would fall entirely on this Rebel Witch, and the other Witches wouldn't bear a shred of responsibility.
Having realized this, those who understood the situation were filled with dread. Even if the ignorant ones couldn't see it, someone would hold them back.
Despite their extreme frustration, they had to endure. The price of taking a risk... was simply too high.
In the end, they could only watch as the figure's lips moved slightly. No sound came out, but based on lip-reading, she said: Smart move.
On the empty snowfield, Sheryl ignored only one person: the Transcendent who had attacked Xiao Han’s clone.
It was as if he posed no threat whatsoever.
This arrogance—this refusal to even spare him a glance—filled the Transcendent with a sense of infinite humiliation.
"Damn it... damn it, damn it! That woman won't even bother to threaten me? Is she not afraid you'll die?!"
At this moment, the Transcendent’s emotions were on the verge of spiraling out of control. He had been ignored, treated as if he were beneath notice.
Clearly, the Little Witch before him and that Ancient Remnant Ice King... neither of them were Transcendents. If he just exerted himself, he could crush them... he could even kill them.
Why was he still being ignored?
As he was plagued by these thoughts, a voice drifted over eerily.
"Since... since she chose to ignore you... then just destroy the Ancient Remnant Ice King!"
"Destroy it!"
The word, anchored with extreme emotion, flowed into his mind along with his surging feelings, seizing his rationality.
Living beings are always individuals who obsess over right and wrong. When the concept of "destruction" was validated as "right"—as something that aligned with his interests and perception—nothing could restrain his actions any longer.
"Yes... destroying it is more important than capturing me!"
When those words echoed in his ears, everything was decided!
To the shock of everyone watching, he released his Wizard’s Hand, tossing me aside. His withered frame then began to swell with terrifying power. He erupted with unprecedented speed, charging toward the sovereign of that frozen land.
"What is that idiot doing?!"
Those who saw his actions immediately began cursing, unable to fathom what he was thinking.
But once certain things are done, there is no turning back.
Using his emotions as a catalyst, he unleashed all the pressure he had felt and the humiliation of being ignored. He had discarded his life to perform a suicidal mission, yet events had repeatedly defied his expectations, leading to constant confusion and setbacks.
Add to that a tiny bit of guidance...
And a path of no return was forged.
As he rushed before the Ancient Remnant Ice King, a sliver of bewilderment broke through the blockade of his "destroy everything" impulse, questioning his heart: What am I doing?
However, he no longer had the time to answer.
"You have made a foolish decision!"
The booming voice of the Ancient Remnant Ice King vibrated through the drifting snow.
"I shall use the life of a Transcendent as a blood sacrifice to announce the return of the Ancient Remnant Ice clan!"
"You think you can kill me?!" he roared at the Ice King in fury. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the legendary Rebel Witch, but she showed no intention of intervening.
This only amplified his emotions.
He was a Transcendent. If he were killed by a race that wasn't even Transcendent, he would become an eternal laughingstock even in death!
There was no precedent in the Void for an Extraordinary being to slay a Transcendent in a direct confrontation. At least, not in his memory. There never had been, there never would be, and it certainly wouldn't be him!
Only by ascending to Transcendent did one realize the insurmountable chasm between the two. It was an iron law written into the rules of the Void; only life forms existing above Real Time were high-level beings truly living in the real world.
How could he possibly be killed by a rat in the gutter?!
"Then... let’s try it!"
At this moment, as I manipulated the power of the Great Glacial Throne Technique, I stopped focusing on the structure and capacity of the Spellbook.
The power of a Great Spellbook in the hands of a non-Transcendent cannot normally kill a Transcendent; its power depends entirely on the user's capability.
But a Void Rift is different.
One has a high ceiling and immense potential; the other deals fixed damage, instantly erasing the weak. Usually, I would choose the former, but to kill this old man right now, the latter was the most convenient.
With a snap of my fingers that sounded like the explosion of clashing ice crystals, the half-finished Great Glacial Throne Technique—built upon the foundation of the Crystallization Art Spellbook—erupted with massive power.
Countless crystals surged from the ground, turning the entire Qunluosen Wasteland into a kingdom of crystal.
"Useless! These little tricks are useless!" The Wizard slashed through the crystals blocking his path as if they were fragile and insignificant.
But in the next instant, those massive ice pillars shattered, and countless Ancient Remnant Ice beings of various forms and sizes charged fearlessly at the Wizard.
"Fight for the King!"
They shouted of supreme glory, unafraid of death. Their entire purpose for existing was to protect everything that belonged to their King.
Until the very end!
"Curse it... why are there so many?!"
Though these Ancient Remnant Ice beings were weaklings he could wipe out by the dozens with a wave of his hand, their sheer numbers made them difficult to handle. Moreover, with such a relentless assault, it was hard for him to cast large-scale spells to destroy them all without taking damage.
In a battle between a Transcendent and an Extraordinary, if the Transcendent couldn't win without a scratch, they were considered a failure. If he bled—even if he healed instantly—it was still bleeding!
As these thoughts crossed his mind, the Ancient Remnant Ice beings he had shattered turned into a mist of ice and debris.
"Not good! Something’s wrong with the air!"
The moment he realized this, a flash of panic crossed his eyes!
Though he had only inhaled a tiny fraction of that ice dust, even more of it had adhered to his body. He didn't know what it was, but if he were the one attacking, such a substance inside the body would be the perfect medium for a curse!
Wizards were generally individuals with low physical durability. To an extent, they used special witchcraft to modify themselves, strengthening their Mental Power at the cost of physical strength. Otherwise, a Transcendent Wizard wouldn't need a Wizard Tower as their Transcendent foundation.
He was not a Body Forging Wizard. His thoughts had been so clouded by emotion that he had neglected even the most basic self-protection.
Before he could finish his thought, his body reacted. A sharp pain from his lungs made him frown.
It wasn't that it was severe, but rather he was surprised—is that all?
It didn't seem to be a curse. Even if his entire lungs were destroyed, it was nothing to a Transcendent. At worst, he could rip his lungs out on the spot; with a Transcendent’s powerful self-healing, that was more efficient than trying to force a break on the technique.
The combat logic of a Transcendent was truly a world apart from that of an Extraordinary.
In that brief opening, a long staff whistled through the air toward him. The force and speed were immense, and combined with the ice mist that interfered with his mental perception, it slammed him violently into the ground of the Qunluosen Wasteland.
The Ancient Remnant Ice beings were massive; the thickest part of this ice staff was taller than the Wizard himself.
However, such a move was still just an itch to a Transcendent.
Boom!
With a shattering sound, the Wizard crawled out of the crater. He tossed aside the lungs he had just ripped out of his own body.
"You dare challenge a Transcendent with such pathetic tricks! Who gave you the courage?!"
I didn't respond to the Wizard’s provocation.
Because... the Wizard was already sensing that something was wrong again.
He had clearly removed his entire respiratory system. This was a heavy burden on the body, and during the process, he had used witchcraft to maintain an absolute vacuum. Why was his body feeling this discomfort again?
And this time, it wasn't just his lungs—it was his entire body!
The sound of crystals forming amplified infinitely inside him, echoing through his bones with a fine, desperate resonance. From skin to flesh, from blood vessels to his entire being...
Only then did he suddenly remember... the effects of a Great Spell are eternal and inextinguishable!
Those crystals were constantly assimilating the water, potassium, calcium, and other elements within him, turning them into crystal and destroying his life form at the most fundamental level.
He tried to destroy the crystals, but what was "eternal" wasn't the crystals themselves—it was the concept of crystallization.
After all, the new Great Glacial Throne Technique was a Great Spellbook framework built upon the Crystallization Art. Its understanding of ice and snow had taken a massive, solid step forward.
With crystallization becoming unstoppable, he faced another problem: he would have to fight against the crystallization process throughout the rest of the battle.
If he failed to resist it, his body would be assimilated into the Ancient Remnant Ice. At that point, the consciousness of countless Ancient Remnant Ice beings would fight him for control of his body.
Even if these beings couldn't overcome a Transcendent’s life essence, would he still be fit to fight?