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The Storm’s Eye opened in an ine unleashing a terrifying and bone–chilling tempest, its unrelenting fury engulfing the

world.

The Storm’s Eye, once a few hund

yards wide, now swelled to several miles in breadth.

From the Storm’s Eye, a white tempest burst forth, spiraling out into the world.

As this blizzard manifested, the already frigid environment turned into a hellish landscape of ice.

Within this white storm, a towering figure faintly appeared.

Though shrouded by the storm, the figure exuded an overwhelming aura that seemed to press down upon the very heavens and earth.

“I, the Ice Venerable Master, have finally returned after ten thousand years!” the figure proclaimed.

“Ten millenniums ago, as I ascended to the ascension level and braved my tribulation, I was ambushed by Golden Emperor and other cultivating martialists, leaving me gravely injured and sealed within this Storm’s Eye.

“They thought they could end me by sealing me in the Storm’s Eye, but little did they know, I refused to yield to death.

“Over these ten thousand years, not only have I healed from my life–threatening wounds within the storm’s eye, but I have also broken through to the ascension level.

“This vendetta from ten millenniums ago, I, the Ice Venerable Master, vow to avenge!”

As the voice, filled with grudge and determination, echoed from within the blizzard, a sudden boom resounded.

A beam of frost–white light shot forth from the storm, striking the snowy ground and instantly cracking it open.

A gaping chasm, three hundred feet deep and stretching three thousand feet long, was carved into the icy earth.

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After creating this massive rift, Ice Venerable Master swiftly took off, soaring through the void.

An hour later, this white storm appeared above a certain area in the Ice Mountains.

Then, the figure within the white storm descended onto the peak of an icy mountain.

“Where are the eight Ice Kings of the Ice Mountains?” The cold voice of Ice Venerable Master, from within the storm, echoed between the icy peaks.

As Ice Venerable Master finished speaking, a series of thunderous booms emanated from several ice mountains.

Soon after, beams of light burst forth from within the ice, hurtling towards the peak where Ice Venerable Master was located.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

These lights landed, and eight seniors appeared before Ice Venerable Master.

These seniors were distinct from the humans of the Golden Tower Empire, marked by the frost clinging to their hair and eyebrows, sparkling like crystals.

Their eyes, too, were unlike those of ordinary humans, resembling glittering ice orbs instead of the typical blue pupils.

They radiated a chilly aura.

Indeed, these eight seniors were not humans from the Golden Tower Empire, but members of a different race known as the

Ice Clan.

Born of ice and snow, the Ice Clan thrived in the frosty environments, living amidst the ice and snow while sharing many similarities with humans in other aspects.

Upon seeing Ice Venerable Master amidst the white storm, the eight seniors immediately knelt down, “The eight Ice Kings of the Ice Clan pay their respects to the Ice Venerable Master!” they exclaimed.

“Congratulations to the venerable master for breaking free from the seal and returning to the Ice Clan!

“All of our Ice Clan warmly welcomes the venerable master’s return,” the seniors said; their voices echoing with reverence.

The eight seniors were the eight Ice Kings of the Ice Clan, equivalent to the eight generals of the Golden Tower Empire.

They were also Ice Venerable Master’s most trusted lieutenants.

Ice Venerable Master asked, “My Ice Kings, in the ten thousand years I was sealed in the Storm’s Eye, how has our Ice Clan fared?”

One of the seniors, clad in a purple robe, stepped forward to report, “Venerable master, following your instructions, after your defeat at the hands of Golden Emperor, our Ice Clan immediately retreated underground into the glaciers.

“We stayed hidden to preserve our strength, eagerly awaiting your return.”

Ice Venerable Master nodded in approval. “Yes, you’ve done well.”

Ten millenniums ago, as Ice Venerable Master was on the brink of ascending to the ascension level and facing his heavenly tribulation, Golden Emperor seized the moment to attack him with many cultivation martialists.

The Ice Clan and the humans of the Golden Tower Empire had been warring on the same continent for countless years, each striving to be the sole ruler. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Yet, despite centuries of battle, neither side could completely vanquish the other.

ice Venerable Master was one of the few on this continent poised to ascend to the ascension level, a status that would have made him an unparalleled force.

Fearing the Ice Clan’s dominance once Ice Venerable Master ascended, Golden Emperor resolved to strike during Ice Venerable Master’s vulnerable moment of tribulation, an ordeal necessary for ascension, which was but a prelude to the greater tribulation of actual ascension to the celestial.

Seizing this crucial opportunity, Golden Emperor led the most powerful cultivation martialists of the Golden Tower Empire in an assault on Ice Venerable Master during his tribulation.

Ice Venerable Master hadn’t expected Golden Emperor to discover his secret location for undergoing the tribulation.

Knowing the odds were against him, Ice Venerable Master had instructed the eight Ice Kings before the impending battle with Golden Emperor.

If he were to be defeated, all members of the Ice Clan were to retreat beneath the glaciers.

The Ice Clan, adept at living within the icy mountains, had the unique skill to construct their homes beneath the glaciers, a feat impossible for the human residents of the Golden Tower Empire who couldn’t withstand the bitter cold of the mountains, let alone build an underground city in the ice like the Ice Clan.

This strategy ensured that if all the Ice Clan retreated underground, they would survive.

Ice Venerable Master turned to the Purple Robe Ice King, “Lead me to our Ice Clan’s base beneath the glacier.”

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The Purple Robe Ice King bowed respectfully and replied, “Yes, venerable master.”

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Then, he and the other seven kings swiftly flew off the icy mountain towards another one, with Ice Venerable Master following closely behind.

Reaching the destination, the Purple Robe Ice King didn’t even land before releasing a beam of purple light from his hand, striking a specific spot on the icy mountain.

The thick ice covering that spot instantly dissolved under the purple light, revealing a passage leading into the mountain.

The Purple Robe Ice King then said to Ice Venerable Master, “Venerable master, this is one of the entrances to our Ice Clan’s kingdom.”

Ice Venerable Master nodded, “Alright, let’s head in.”

The Purple Robe Ice King and the other seven kings led the way, flying into the passage first.

Ice Venerable Master followed last.

As he entered, the extreme cold energy he exuded instantly reformed the thick ice blocks behind him, making the entrance to the Ice Clan’s kingdom vanish without a trace.

This ability to manipulate ice was precisely why the Ice Clan, hidden beneath the glaciers, remained elusive and difficult for the humans to completely eradicate.

Born with the power of ice, they could effortlessly dissolve or form ice and snow.

For them, entering these ice mountains was as natural as a fish to water.

Soon, they reached a point about a thousand yards underground, and a vast subterranean world unfolded before them.

It was an underground kingdom, grand and extensive, spanning 30 miles in every direction–a true subterranean kingdom

This realm, hidden from the sun, mirrored a city with its inns, shops, restaurants, and bustling streets.

It was as if a slice of the Golden Tower Empire’s Fensville, had been transplanted underground.

Even horse–drawn carriages rolled down the streets amid the hustle and bustle of people.

The only difference was the crystal ball–like eyes of everyone they passed by–a distinctive feature of the Ice Clan’s people.

As the eight Ice Kings and Ice Venerable Master approached the subterranean kingdom, the Ice Clan citizens on the streets immediately knelt down.

They looked up towards the sky and shouted with great reverence, “Hail to the Eight Ice Kings!”

This scene made it clear that the Ice Kings held a revered and esteemed status among the Ice Clan people.

The eight Ice Kings addressed the kneeling crowd, saying, “Rise, people of the Ice Clan, rise!”

“Thank you, Ice Kings!” the citizens responded as they stood up from the streets.

Then, the Purple Robe Ice King, with a gesture towards Ice Venerable Master who was enveloped in a white storm, announced to the citizens, “People of the Ice Clan, this is our true leader, Ice

Venerable Master!

“Please, pay your respects to him.”

As he spoke, the Purple Robe Ice King used his profound cultivation skills to amplify his voice, ensuring it reached every corner of the vast underground city.

In no time, almost all the lee Clan inhabitants heard the announcement and realized that Ice Venerable Master had returned.

Consequently, throughout the vast city stretching 30 miles, whether they could see Ice Venerable Master or not, the people knelt down and shouted in unison, “Hails to Ice Venerable Master!”

Their voices echoed like waves throughout the underground kingdom.

Due to the sheer size of the city, only those nearby could see Ice Venerable Master amidst the storm. Those farther away no chance of glimpsing him.

However, whether they could see him or not, everyone felt an immense surge of excitement and joy.

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After what felt like an eternity, the people of the Ice Clan Kingdom had finally witnessed the return of Ice Venerable Master, their long–awaited leader.

Although the Ice Clan people who longed for the return of Ice Venerable Master, ten thousand years ago have long since passed away, turning to dust, the current Ice Clan people are countless generations descended from those ancestors.

But from those ancestors to the present, after ten thousand years of waiting in the shadows, the master of the Ice Clan has returned.

This signifies that they can now measure up against the humans of the Golden Tower Empire and step into the light.

No longer must they hide underground, letting the people of the Golden Tower Empire live in peace above ground as the sole rulers.

They refuse to stay hidden forever like mice shunning daylight.

They, too, wish to be masters of the land above.

As the entire population of the vast underground city knelt down, shouting hails to Ice Venerable Master, a dramatic moment unfolded.

From the grand palaces at the heart of the city, tens of thousands of figures suddenly soared into the air.

These were the cultivation martialists of the Ice Clan.

Cloaked in white, ice–like armor, they were the Ice Warriors of the Ice Clan Kingdom’s royal palace.

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Tens of thousands of these Ice Warriors quickly gathered in the space around Ice Venerable Master and the eight Ice Kings.

Then, they all knelt on one knee in mid–air, shouting in unison, Fifty thousand Ice Warriors pay their hails to Ice Venerable

Master!”

It was evident that these fifty thousand Ice Warriors were a bit nervous.

Although they were not their ancestors who had served Ice Venerable Master ten thousand years ago, his fame and legendary tales were well known to them.

In the eyes of all the Ice Warriors, Ice Venerable Master was akin to a deity.

Amidst the storm, Ice Venerable Master addressed the Ice Warriors, “No need for excessive formalities, all of you, rise!”

“Thank you for your grace!”

Then, Ice Venerable Master instructed the Purple Robe Ice King Have all the people rise. We’re heading back to the palace.”

“Yes, venerable master,” the Purple Robe Ice King replied, and then he announced to the people on the ground, “Everyone,

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stand up and go about your business!”

Although all the Ice Clan people lived beneath the glaciers, they had plenty of work to do to sustain their lives.

Under the protection of the eight Ice Kings and tens of thousands of Ice Warriors, Ice Venerable Master proceeded towards the royal palace in the vast underground city of the Ice Clan.

Meanwhile, the people expressed their gratitude aloud, “Thank you for your holy grace, venerable master!”

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