Chapter 336: Extreme Cold

Chapter 336: Extreme Cold

Xirui did not take the Giants to heart; it was merely her competitive streak acting up. She thought her Sister had a group of loyal Believers, like Mela who prayed devoutly before the Divine Statue, and Kehan. Her Fourth Brother also had loyal followers from Alien Races, like that old man Pachu who was always pleasant to her. So, she should have some too.

What use were these people specifically? Xirui hadn’t considered it at all. She simply wanted to be mentioned in the same breath as her Sister and her Fourth Brother. In her view, achieving this goal was very simple. She just needed to have more than them and go further than them.

Her Fourth Brother used force to secure his footing in Northland City. Her Sister used force to occupy the Bloody Plains. So, she would also use force to unify this land of ice and snow.

Xirui caused trouble all along the way, but she didn’t actually kill many people. In Xirui’s eyes, these Giants, while not particularly strong, were very resistant to cold. Once frozen, they would enter a dormant state. When the ice and snow melted, the person would gradually wake up. But there were always some elderly, young, weak, sick, or simply unlucky ones who slept forever in their icy coffins.

After entering this place, the Magic Dragon grew faster and faster. Its previous slender cuteness was replaced by ferocity. The Little Fairy Ruijia could once again ride arrogantly on its head. So, a bit of slander about a bully being backed by a powerful patron was added to the legend of the Ice and Snow Queen.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance. Seeing they could not fight head-on, these Giants began to change tactics. They dug pits, set traps, and even threw ice blocks from high places into the icy valley, but it was all in vain.

The Wind and Snow Goddess seemed more like a Goddess of Luck in the eyes of these Giants. They always managed to avoid trap after trap. The crowd even watched as the little person walked right over a trap, and the trap showed no reaction. And when they checked in frustration, they would often accidentally trigger it. Ice blocks large and small were thrown at the little person, but those blocks always missed her by a hair’s breadth.

This was a World of ice and snow. Although the Giants held Reverence for ice and snow, familiarity had lessened their fear of it. Ice and snow had long been an inseparable part of life. The constant cold was a necessary refresher upon waking each day. Yet, in this harsh environment, luck was extremely rare.

And the little girl before them made the Giants realize that luck could favor one person so much. So, Xirui and Ruijia, who originally wanted to become the Goddess of Icy Wind and the Ice and Snow Queen, were instead regarded by the Giants as symbols of luck. They privately called them the Lucky Sisters. Some Giants even began to fantasize about sharing in some of that luck, or at least getting a little bit of it.

How to get it? The path they walked on, the snow under their feet. So, some strange phenomena appeared. The Giants meticulously plotted to crush this pair of tiny beings while constantly collecting the snow marked by their presence. And the Giants gradually came to believe that as long as this pair of little ones wasn’t killed, it meant luck was still present.

As more and more people collected lucky items, some conflicts slowly arose. If this pair of little sisters were actually killed, would the luck leave with them? But if they didn’t try to smash them, how would they know if luck was still favoring them?

Without realizing it, the Giants themselves didn’t notice they had already begun to regard that pair of little sisters as Deities.

Yes, Deities. If they weren’t Deities, where did they come from? Where did that increasingly ferocious magic snake beside them, capable of summoning wind and snow, come from?

The nearby tribes had all been checked, and inquiries were being made to tribes further away. But so far, no one knew who they were. They appeared here suddenly, as if they had jumped right out of the ice and snow.

And their power—how could a little person possess such power? And the direction they were heading—that was the land of extreme cold. Even Giants wouldn’t easily step foot there without sufficient preparation, yet they advanced without hesitation.

Xirui was happy because she had made a new discovery. Bran said Northlanders needed Mana during their growth; it was an inescapable racial trait. The gathering places of these Giants mostly shared these characteristics; there was Mana slowly gathering there. Beneath the frozen ground, some creature was sleeping. The faint aura it emitted felt somewhat familiar to Xirui.

But now was not the time to investigate deeply. Xirui also didn’t want to spend effort breaking open the frozen ground because the call carried by the wind was more urgent. The Mana within her body even became somewhat uncontrollable, growing active and restless. This made Xirui excited too. A whirlwind formed from nothing, growing larger and more violent.

A rotating vortex cloud also appeared for the first time in this frozen land. Within the vortex, the indistinct form of a monster grew rapidly. As it grew, the vortex cloud could no longer conceal its body. A dragon’s head emerged from the cloud, and strange claws hung down from its belly.

Driven by the wind, Xirui’s speed suddenly increased. Behind her, the Giants who had been shadowing and tracking her from afar changed their expressions. The Giants stopped in fright, looking at the vortex cloud that had become a dark speck, genuine fear showing on their faces.

Xirui finally heard the murmurs in the wind clearly because just then, the murmurs had turned into thunder. Someone was waiting for her there, waiting for her to awaken.

Crossing a mountain peak, Xirui landed in a Valley. The Valley was shrouded in a thread of icy cold, but there was no snow accumulation, only a smooth, mirror-like ice surface. The snowflakes Xirui had carried with her actually melted directly into the mirror-like ice surface upon landing.

The sound of the wind had vanished. A will slowly rose from the ice surface and began to examine the little girl before it with a critical gaze. Soon, the criticism turned to pleasant surprise, followed by apprehension after the surprise. Because now it was the little girl’s turn to examine it with a critical gaze.

Xirui was very dissatisfied with this scrutiny. Who was she? She was the sister of Wizard Bran and the War God Lily. No one dared to look at her with a critical eye.

So she frowned, sat down cross-legged lightly on the ice, propped her chin on one hand, and fell into thought.

What would Fourth Brother Bran do if he encountered such a thing? He probably wouldn’t care at all; very few things could hold his attention. What would Sister do? She might jump up and beat the other party up. If they were strong enough, they would earn her approval. Unfortunately, in the past two years, no one had appeared who could gain Sister’s approval.

Believe in Mana, but also struggle against it. This was the attitude he showed after meeting Fourth Brother again. Fourth Brother Bran no longer relied excessively on the guidance of Mana as he did before, perhaps related to his situation.

Xirui sighed, imitating Bran’s manner. Given her current situation, it seemed she didn’t have the luxury of being picky either. So, she reluctantly nodded, then raised her small hand and patted the ice surface. With this action, Mana surged anew, and wind and clouds gathered once more.

Only this time, it wasn’t just her Mana. Beneath the ice surface, Mana began to awaken, surge, and then erupt. The originally mirror-like ice surface, accompanied by the sound of shattering, began to show cracks, then collapsed and fell away.

Beneath the ice surface, a gigantic, towering Ancient Tree with frost as its flowers and snow as its leaves was revealed.