Unmatched Magnificence Through The Generations

Unmatched Magnificence Through The Generations . . .

The Driftsnow Master's eyes shimmered with a profound longing as he extended his left arm. Pei Yu continued her courageous advance, stepping onto the colossal palm of the Driftsnow Master.

"After all these years, I never expected someone would still remember me," the Driftsnow Master mused as he gently retracted his hand, the distance of a thousand miles spanned as effortlessly as a simple gesture.

Standing within the palm of this legendary figure, Pei Yu found herself in close proximity to his handsome visage. Tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks.

"There will always be those who remember you," Pei Yu assured him, her voice quivering with emotion. "I know the legends are true; they were never mere tales. How many nights have I shed tears over the poignant story of the Driftsnow Master and Immortal Jade? I tried to imagine what kind of person you were, and today, I see you before my eyes. You fit my imagination perfectly—handsome, yet bearing the weight of grief and an insurmountable longing. It feels like a dream, but I know this is reality."

"Thank you," the Driftsnow Master said, his gaze fixed on Pei Yu. He let out a sigh that seemed to carry profound meaning. Time seemed to blur as he realized that in this world, there were still those who remembered him. From Pei Yu's eyes, he saw a genuine and heartfelt emotion.

A thunderous roar shook the heavens, and the Driftsnow Master advanced. His gaze locked onto the experts hovering in the air, and an overwhelming dominance emanated from his eyes. His gentle countenance transformed, becoming razor-sharp, radiating an icy coldness that left the major power experts gasping for breath.

"Are you the ones who intended to harm my city?" The Driftsnow Master's voice reverberated across a thousand miles, a declaration of authority that sent shivers down everyone's spine.

In an instant, the Driftsnow Master's colossal arm surged forth, targeting the war chariots of the Jiang Clan. The Jiang Clan's experts paled as they desperately tried to flee, but the enormous palm darkened the entire sky, leaving them with no escape. With a single grasp, his palm acted like a celestial net, ensnaring them. There was a deafening explosion, and when the Driftsnow Master opened his hand again, only golden dust remained—the Jiang Clan experts had vanished without a trace.

Jiang Yi, the leader of the Jiang Clan's troops, trembled uncontrollably. Those war chariots were the pride of their clan, crafted from countless precious materials. Yet, in an instant, all their painstaking efforts had been reduced to dust by a mere clench of the Driftsnow Master's hand. The brutality of the scene was too much for him to bear.

Reverend True Dragon's countenance had lost all traces of arrogance. In the Cloud Prefecture, numerous legends circulated, including that of the Driftsnow Master. However, with the passage of time, except for the Driftsnow City in Jiangling Country, few beyond the Cloud Prefecture's borders paid much attention to it. Thus, he knew little about it, but he couldn't deny the reality before his eyes. A figure from the legends had materialized, and this character was unimaginably powerful.

It was no wonder that the Driftsnow Master's legend had endured through the ages—he was truly a powerhouse.

As for the mighty beings from the Seven Sword Sect, Bloodflame Clan, Myriad Sage Academy, and others, terror seized them as they witnessed this spectacle. A single palm that spanned a thousand miles, obscuring the sky... Such unimaginable strength left them trembling. No gathering of weaker individuals could mitigate the power of this absolute strength.

The Driftsnow Master gazed down at Pei Yu, cradling her in his colossal palm. He seemed intrigued by her presence and had questions in his eyes.

"Can you tell me what happened earlier?" His voice carried the weight of centuries, yet it held a gentle curiosity.

Pei Yu nodded, her eyes brimming with excitement. She began to recount the events that had transpired, starting from the moment when Qin Wentian had connected with the Nine Immortality Bells.

As Pei Yu narrated, the experts from the major powers watched in rapt attention. They had initially contemplated a discreet retreat, realizing that their aspirations to claim the weaponized city were now futile. The Driftsnow Master's appearance had altered the landscape drastically. It was evident that staying here meant risking their lives. However, the Driftsnow Master's voice, though soft, carried an unspoken threat that made them think twice about making any hasty moves.

A sudden surge of spatial fluctuations emanated from an expert of the Myriad Sage Academy. Desperate to escape, he activated a spatial transference treasure with the intention of teleporting away from the impending danger. The Driftsnow Master, unfazed by their previous retreat, had thrown a seemingly ordinary punch. Yet, the impact was anything but ordinary—it sent tremors through the void, destabilizing the space and disrupting the spatial transference, shattering their escape plans.

This display of strength sent shockwaves through the hearts of all present. Those who had contemplated fleeing quickly abandoned the notion, their expressions etched with fear.

"As I said before, no one is allowed to leave," the Driftsnow Master reiterated, his arm expanding with radiant runic light as it moved toward the Myriad Sage Academy expert who had attempted to flee. The impending doom filled the fleeing expert with despair; he trembled violently, realizing that escape was futile. Resistance would be as futile as smashing an egg against a boulder.

The Driftsnow Master's palm swept through, reducing the once-powerful expert to nothing more than shattered fragments. A seventh-level Immortal-Foundation expert had his very foundation destroyed, his soul forcibly dispersed by the overwhelming force of the Driftsnow Master's palm strike.

With the execution of this punishment, the Driftsnow Master withdrew his arm nonchalantly, resuming his quiet demeanor as he listened to Pei Yu's narrative.

Time crawled at an agonizing pace for the experts from the major powers. Why had the Driftsnow Master appeared, and where had Qin Wentian gone? These questions gnawed at their thoughts.

After Pei Yu had concluded her explanation, the Driftsnow Master's eyes held a faint smile. He responded with a sense of pride and admiration in his voice, "Connecting with immortality through weapon-crafting, ascending to immortality in a single leap. I once believed it would be nearly impossible to find someone who met my exacting criteria. Yet, to my pleasant surprise, there exists an individual capable of effortlessly achieving such feats. He has successfully forged an immortal-ranked weapon and slain an immortal. The Qin Wentian you've described can be considered a half-disciple of mine. He has done justice to my expectations, making my reappearance in this world worthwhile."

Pei Yu couldn't help but glance around in search of Qin Wentian. "But where is he now?"

The Driftsnow Master, with a knowing look, responded, "Based on your account, he likely understood that he couldn't withstand the combined strength of these adversaries. Thus, he used the Nine Immortality Bells as a conduit, summoning my soul through the power of the weaponized city to temporarily inhabit this body. Once I depart, he will naturally reappear."

The calm voice of the Driftsnow Master sent shivers down the spines of Pei Yu and the others. They couldn't help but wonder about the immense risk Qin Wentian had taken by summoning the Driftsnow Master. What if the Driftsnow Master had harbored malevolent intentions? Would Qin Wentian ever return?

Pei Yu, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions, finally voiced her concerns. "Then... will you still disappear?" Her gaze bore into the enigmatic figure before her, her eyes betraying her inner turmoil. She didn't want the Driftsnow Master to vanish, but she couldn't bear the thought of Qin Wentian being unable to return.

The Driftsnow Master responded with a sense of gratitude, "Naturally. Qin Wentian lent me his body, allowing me to revisit this world. I'm already deeply grateful to him. I cannot selfishly occupy his body any longer. When he returns, please convey my thanks to him. Tell him to continue his cultivation and not to betray the wishes I have for him."

Pei Yu struggled to find the words, her face contorted with pain, and tears welled up in her eyes. She longed for the Driftsnow Master's presence, yet she couldn't forsake Qin Wentian.

The Driftsnow Master extended his massive right hand toward Pei Yu, a single finger as large as she was. It seemed as though he intended to wipe away her tears but refrained from doing so. Instead, he spoke with a hint of sorrow, "If Immortal Jade had longed for me as deeply as you do, she might never have chosen that irreversible path."

With a sigh, he placed Pei Yu gently in the air and turned his attention to the assembly of experts. His eyes gleamed with a cold resolve as he declared, "I invested the essence of my life to forge and refine this city. Damaging it is tantamount to seeking my destruction. Such an offense is unforgivable."

As the echo of his voice faded, the Driftsnow Master unleashed a powerful blast of energy from his hands. Panic gripped the experts as their bodies trembled. They desperately fled in various directions, hoping to escape the impending wrath.

Jiang Yi, his face pallid, had already informed the Jiang Clan's Clan Lord, who was on the way to their location. However, the Driftsnow Master took swift action to eliminate them.

The Driftsnow Master's enormous palms surged through the air. Jiang Yi cried out in terror, pleading for mercy, "STOP!"

But the Driftsnow Master paid no heed. His palm descended, erasing Jiang Yi from existence without a hint of compassion.

Reverend True Dragon, whose colossal form spanned 30,000 meters, realized that his size was insignificant before the Driftsnow Master. The Driftsnow Master's palm strikes transformed into a barrage of imprints, hurtling toward him. Desperation gripped Reverend True Dragon as he roared in despair. Would he, who had cultivated for ten thousand years and enjoyed legendary status, meet his end here today?

The deafening "BANG!" reverberated through the air as the palm imprints struck Reverend True Dragon, instantly ending his life. The Driftsnow Master, consumed by his relentless fury, showed no mercy, and his colossal palms continued their unstoppable descent upon the remaining experts. Fleeing in desperation, the experts found nowhere to hide as the inexorable force of the Driftsnow Master's strikes pursued them relentlessly. Within moments, a cataclysmic explosion echoed through the Driftsnow City, signaling the demise of the mighty experts from the Cloud Prefecture. Their lives were extinguished in this unforgiving place.

In the blink of an eye, only the Driftsnow Master and Pei Yu remained within the once-bustling Driftsnow City.

Outside the city, the snowflakes continued to drift gently, casting a melancholic ambiance. Countless onlookers gazed at the colossal figure of the Driftsnow Master, their hearts heavy with silent admiration. This extraordinary being had willingly laid down his life for the woman he loved, dedicating his very existence to forge and refine this ancient city. His ultimate sacrifice was his answer to love. Such unwavering determination and spirit were beyond the reach of ordinary mortals. It was the mark of a true legend, a hero of unparalleled resolve.

Ordinary individuals could never fathom performing such extraordinary feats. They lacked the spirit, the sheer audacity to undertake such an endeavor. The Driftsnow Master harbored a universe within his heart, yearning for his name to echo across the immortal realms, ascending to the pinnacle of expertise. This aspiration was evident in his every action. Qin Wentian, with his exceptional talents, had not disappointed the Driftsnow Master, who had made the arduous journey back to this world. Nevertheless, even if the wheel of time could be turned backward, the Driftsnow Master would undoubtedly make the same choices. He would invest his life, his flesh, and his blood to refine the city they had co-created, residing within the Nine Immortality Bells as a soul.

This city, steeped in the blood, sweat, and tears of its creators, was a testament to their love and dedication. Who would dare to harm it?

"Qin Wentian shall inherit my Driftsnow City. However, let it be known that anyone who dares to covet it, as long as my soul endures, I shall show no mercy," the resounding voice of the Driftsnow Master echoed across the land, sending shivers down the spines of all who heard it. The sheer power of his words reverberated through the very fabric of space itself.