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325: Enter the temple“Slash!”

His long hair flew wildly, purple-gold light burst from his eyes, and gripping his sword with both hands, he unleashed the temporary, overwhelmingly powerful force within his body, along with the energy of the Thunder True Intent and the ice soul stone, in a single, unreserved slash.

This sword strike was no longer pure purple thunder, but transformed into a heaven-shaking Sword Qi that was half purple and half blue, its edges entwined with dense Electric Snakes and Ice Crystal Storms.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, space twisted, cold Qi and thunder intertwined, emitting a deafening roar that ripped through eardrums.

“Boom!”

The Sword Qi violently collided with the Giant Bear Strange Beast’s Innate Cold Tide. There was no stalemate; the Thunder Sword Qi, fused with the Power of the Ice Soul, annihilated the terrifying Cold Tide, splitting it open almost instantly.

Its momentum undiminished, the strike fiercely sliced through the Giant Bear Strange Beast’s massive body, under its gaze of disbelief and terror.

“Pfft!”

Ice-blue Divine Blood gushed out like a waterfall, and the Guardian Strange Beast let out a mournful, despairing roar. Its body was neatly sliced open down the middle, crashing to the ground, its life force instantly extinguished.

With a single sword strike, he killed a Strange Beast comparable to Foundation Establishment Perfection.

At the same time, Lin Jingyu’s Mental Energy sensed something.

The moment the Giant Bear Strange Beast died, several extremely subtle yet incredibly pure specks of golden light energy, seemingly its most fundamental Life Essence, dispersed from its remains.

These light specks seemed to be drawn by some force, actively merging into Lin Jingyu’s body.

A warm current instantly surged throughout his body. The swelling and pain in his Meridians caused by forcibly boosting his power were significantly relieved, and even his Divine Soul felt a trace of comfort and clarity.

The Evergreen Art automatically circulated, slowly absorbing and refining these golden light specks.

“This is... the Origin Essence of the Guardian Strange Beast? It can actually nourish my Physical Body and Divine Soul?” Lin Jingyu was deeply shaken; this was a pleasant surprise.

However, the Guardian Strange Beasts that died previously did not have these golden light specks.

It seems he only gains them if he personally delivers the killing blow.

The sight of the single-strike kill caused several weaker Strange Beasts, which had intended to seize the opportunity to attack, to halt in terror.

The Temple Guardians who looked at Lin Jingyu also showed less of their standardized coldness, replaced by a trace of inexplicable... scrutiny?

“Outsider, follow me! It is not safe to linger here!” The Guardian Squad Leader spoke again, his tone sounding slightly hurried, pointing toward the Temple Giant Gate.

He saw that the Light Gate on the giant entrance was slowly shrinking.

Lin Jingyu glanced at the chaotic battlefield and felt the fading Power of the Ice Soul stone within him, knowing that this was an opportunity he could not miss.

He nodded, his body moving, and closely followed the squad of Temple Guardians, transforming into a streak of light. He weaved through the gaps in countless battles and, by the skin of his teeth, rushed into one of the Light Gates that was about to close.

His vision blurred, and space-time shifted.

The next moment, his feet were firmly on the ground, and an even more ancient, profound, and majestic cold aura assaulted him.

He had successfully entered the interior of the Ice and Snow Temple, and the Light Gate behind him quickly closed, isolating the slaughter and roars of the outside world.

The deafening sounds of battle instantly vanished, replaced by a profound silence that seemed to predate eternity.

A cold aura, far purer, older, and more majestic than that outside, filled every inch of space, flowing like mercury across the ground.

Lin Jingyu stabilized his footing and vigilantly scanned his surroundings.

He was currently standing inside a magnificent, unimaginable Ice Crystal Hall.

The hall’s dome hung high, seemingly connected to the starry sky, supported by countless gigantic ice pillars that naturally created a prism effect, reflecting a deep blue light from an unknown source, casting the entire hall in a hazy, mysterious glow.

The ground beneath his feet was Black Ice, smooth as a mirror and incredibly hard, reflecting the jagged ice prisms above.

The air was filled with a faint, ancient scent, seemingly a mixture of sandalwood and ice and snow.

The squad of Temple Guardians who led him in quickly dispersed after entering the Light Gate, their movements unified and silent, like the most precise war machines.

Inside the entire hall, besides Lin Jingyu, there were only the guards standing solemnly like ice sculptures; he could sense no trace of living creatures, only the pervasive majestic will enveloping everything like breath.

“Outsider.”

An aged, calm voice, yet carrying an indescribable majesty, sounded directly in Lin Jingyu’s mind, not transmitted through the air.

The voice seemed to merge with the cold Qi of the entire hall, acting directly upon his Soul.

Lin Jingyu’s heart tightened, and he looked towards the source of the sound.

He saw a figure sitting cross-legged at the deepest part of the hall, atop a massive Ice Crystal Staircase that unfolded layer upon layer like a blooming lotus.

This existence was completely different from the other guardians.

His hair and beard were completely white, his face ancient and simple, and his skin resembled old ice layers weathered by time, covered in deep wrinkles. However, his eyes were not the Soul Fire characteristic of the guardians, but were deep like a Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Cold Pool. When they opened and closed, it seemed as if ice rivers were born and destroyed, and stars rotated.

He wore a simple white robe without any runic decorations, yet it naturally exuded the Dao Rhyme of being completely integrated with the entire Temple.

The aura emanating from him was as deep as the sea; Lin Jingyu was utterly unable to gauge his Realm, feeling only as if he were facing an eternal, unchanging iceberg, inspiring profound reverence.

This must be an existence of extremely high status within the Temple, likely the leader of the guardians.

Lin Jingyu took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and bowed respectfully without being servile, using the common etiquette of the outside world: “Junior Lin Jingyu mistakenly entered this noble place. I only came seeking a missing friend and bear no ill will. Thank you, Senior, for the assistance of your subordinates.”

The White-Haired Elder’s profound gaze fell upon Lin Jingyu, seemingly able to penetrate his flesh and blood and look directly at the Divine Soul Origin.

His gaze lingered slightly on Lin Jingyu’s Dantian, Qi Sea, and Sea of Consciousness for a moment, and a faint hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, but they quickly became calm again, like an ancient well.

“I am the Temple Guardian Elder, Hanyuan.” The old man’s voice sounded directly again, calm and undisturbed. “I already know your purpose for coming. The person you seek is named Fei Yangyang.”

Lin Jingyu’s heart trembled—the other party had actually stated Fei Yangyang’s name directly!

Suppressing his excitement, he pressed, “That is correct! Senior, do you know where he is now? Is he safe?”

Elder Hanyuan nodded slightly, his voice still flat but carrying an undeniable certainty: ”He is doing well. He is currently in the ‘Ice Heart Sacred Altar’ deep within the Temple, accepting the supreme Legacy left behind by the great ‘Divine Lord Bingyi’.”

“Divine Lord Bingyi? Legacy?” Lin Jingyu frowned slightly, his heart filled with doubts.

Fei Yangyang’s Spiritual Root attribute was not Ice-type, so why would he accept the Legacy of what sounded like a peak Ice-type great power in this place?

Furthermore, receiving a Legacy is a fantastic stroke of luck, so why would Fei Yangyang leave that message behind?

Unless it was a form of Possession.

Thinking of this, Lin Jingyu felt a chill run down his spine!