area51novel 16. Divine Arrival
16. Divine Arrival
Ling Bingtian, who had entered the membrane, had no way of knowing about the changes in the outside world.
Since entering the membrane, Ling Bingtian felt the emptiness in his body gradually recovering, and in just a few breaths, he went from being completely empty to being fully restored.
Once fully recovered, Ling Bingtian felt refreshed and her vision immediately brightened.
"This..." Ling Bingtian was also taken aback by the sight before him.
The descriptions passed down from our ancestors are completely inadequate to capture the awe-inspiring sights of this small plane of existence that we have witnessed firsthand.
Although there was no sun in the sky, its light illuminated every corner within Ling Bingtian's field of vision. Snowflakes danced slowly down from the sky, falling to the ground and becoming part of the accumulated snow.
Looking around, Ling Bingtian saw rows of snow-white willow trees, bathed in golden light that reflected the shimmering snow covering them.
The soft, light branches swayed in the cold wind that seemed to come from nowhere, much like graceful young girls in blue dresses dancing for some great being.
Upon closer inspection, Ling Bingtian noticed something amiss: the seemingly soft branches were actually composed of ice crystals, just like his own martial soul.
This willow tree may be beautiful, but the hidden threat it harbors is like a rose—easy to admire but not to be easily touched.
Heaven and earth seemed to merge into a pure white whole, possessing an indescribable charm.
Taking in all of this, Ling Bingtian finally felt the awe-inspiring power of the scenery that some people in his previous life had described. But faintly, a strange sensation seemed to emanate from the depths of his martial soul, making Ling Bingtian vaguely sense a gaze observing him from some unknown corner. He was certain that it wasn't the gaze of Ling Yongsheng or Ling Yongming.
But the feeling quickly disappeared, which made Ling Bingtian wonder if it was just his imagination.
"Interesting. The little guy's bloodline—oh, no, they're called Martial Souls, a kind of Phoenix? Since they can vaguely sense my presence." At this moment, the Ice God, far above the God Realm, also became somewhat curious.
Just now, when he was watching this little guy, the feedback from the snow told him that the little guy tensed up a bit when he saw him. Although he quickly recovered, there was also a lot of his divine power distributed throughout that small plane, besides the marrow crystals, which allowed him to sense the physical condition of everyone in it. He couldn't fool him.
However, since he doesn't like being stared at, I'll just let him be. There will naturally be a chance to face him face-to-face later.
Ling Bingtian in the smaller plane naturally did not expect that he would attract the attention of the Ice God as soon as he entered. At this moment, he was still thinking about where that gaze came from.
"Isn't it beautiful? Everyone is awestruck by the unique beauty of this snowy landscape when they first come in. I was no exception." But soon, a familiar voice rang out from ahead, pulling Ling Bingtian back to reality.
Ling Bingtian looked ahead and saw Ling Yongsheng, who had entered earlier, standing in front of him with his hands behind his back, sighing.
"No matter how many times I watch it, I never get tired of it," Ling Yongsheng said casually, as if trying to project an air of superiority.
Ling Bingtian looked at his pretentious grandfather and was speechless. He wanted to complain but didn't know where to start, so he could only grin and pretend to admire his cheap grandfather.
Fortunately, Ling Yongming's irritating voice came from behind, allowing Ling Bingtian to escape the awkward atmosphere.
"That just means you haven't watched enough!"
Ling Yongming stepped onto the snow with one foot, but unlike Ling Bingtian, he didn't sink into it. Instead, he walked on the snow as if it were flat ground.
"As expected of a Super Douluo, such strong body control." Ling Bingtian thought to himself.
However, this is also the body control that he should have. If a dignified Super Douluo didn't even have this much control, then he would really be a laughing stock.
"Let's go up to the altar. We'll find out whether it's a donkey or a horse in one test." Ling Yongming was quite impatient. As soon as he came in, he urged Ling Bingtian and his son to walk forward quickly.
Ling Yongsheng and Ling Bingtian naturally had no reason to object, but before leaving, Ling Yongsheng told them a little trick.
As long as you can channel the ice-attribute soul power within your body to the soles of your feet, you can walk more easily on the snow.
With the powerful mental strength gained from two lifetimes, Ling Bingtian was able to effectively control the amount of soul power within his body.
After a brief attempt, I realized that Ling Yongsheng's words were true. What would have plunged me into the snow a foot deep was now only halfway there.
Ling Bingtian continued walking forward with difficulty. Ling Yongming and Ling Yongsheng stopped using their soul power to support him, fearing that the Ice God would consider it impolite to do so here.
Fortunately, the distance between the entrance to the small plane and the altar was not far. In just a few minutes of walking, Ling Bingtian had already arrived in front of the altar.
It was not much different from what Ling Yongsheng had described: an octagonal altar about the size of a playground, with a crystal tablet in the center and an ice-blue crystal inlaid on each of the eight corners.
Even from tens of meters away from the nearest ice crystal, Ling Bingtian could feel the terrifying energy contained within it. Even Ling Yongsheng's ninth soul skill released yesterday would probably be insignificant in terms of energy reserves compared to these ice crystals.
Upon reaching the altar, Ling Yongsheng and Ling Yongming stopped in their tracks. According to ancestral custom, Ling Bingtian would have to walk the rest of the way on his own.
"Go on, child." Ling Yongming stood beside Ling Bingtian and patted him on the shoulder encouragingly.
Although Ling Yongsheng did not speak, he looked at Ling Bingtian with an encouraging and expectant gaze, as if he wanted to give him strength in this way.
"Yes, Grand Uncle, Grandfather, I'm going up." Ling Bingtian replied to Ling Yongming and Ling Yongsheng, and then stepped onto the stairs leading to the altar.
One step, two steps... until the moment Ling Bingtian's two feet stepped onto the altar, a sudden change occurred!
The snowflakes that were falling from the sky in the entire plane froze, and the ice crystal willow branches that were dancing in the wind around the altar also stopped. In an instant, it seemed that even the light had stopped.
Ling Bingtian looked back and found that Ling Yongsheng and Ling Yongming behind him were also frozen in place—literally frozen. Neither their blinking nor their natural movements had ceased. It was as if time itself had stood still. He felt like the only living being in this world!
No! Ling Bingtian suddenly realized that a sensation came from the depths of his martial soul. The surrounding snowflakes, willow branches, and even the ice crystals on the octagon of the altar seemed to come alive in an instant, giving people a sense of life.
"Crackling sound" came from the center of the altar. Ling Bingtian couldn't help but turn his head to look. He saw that the crystal tablet was rapidly expanding, just as recorded in the family records.