Qianye raised his head and stared at the magnificent building in front of which every line was full of years, stopped for a moment, and then walked straight to the gate of the Frost Thunder Temple.
Ribbons fluttering constantly appeared on the road ahead, and he waved them away casually, just like walking through an overly decorated street in a grand festival. This process seems to be an understatement, but it is actually an abyss every step of the way. If it is an ordinary strong person, half of the palm may be gone after a wave. But in front of Qianye, Ribbon became docile and obedient, never showing the fangs hidden inside.
Pushing aside the ribbons all the way, Qianye finally arrived at the gate of the Frost Thunder Temple.
The two gates of the temple are tens of meters high. In front of such giants, Qianye's existence is like a tiny ant. The gate is also made of black ice, the whole body is dark blue, and the reliefs on the surface are continuous. If you look closely, the patterns have meaning. They are many myths and stories. They are roughly about the ancestors struggling to survive in this barren world, and finally built a magnificent temple. after.
In this small world on the top of the cliff, there is no better building material than Xuanbing. And those ancestors who were able to mine ice to build temples in this environment are all strong today. At least below the generals, there is no way to survive on the top of the cliff.
Just as Qianye was concentrating on admiring the carvings on the door, the two giant doors suddenly opened slowly without wind. A stream of warm air gushed out from the temple, exuding an indescribably faint fragrance.
"The distinguished guest is coming, please come in."
Qianye stepped over the threshold without hesitation, and the palace door closed itself again.
There is no visible light source in the hall, but it is not dark. The ancient ice on the walls, floor and even the dome exudes a faint light, which is pure, bright and mysterious. The dome is nearly 100 meters high. Being in it is like standing in the palace of an ancient giant. The magnificence of the space is suffocating.
In the center of the main hall, there is a huge altar of black ice. Above the altar is an ice ridge floating slowly.
Qianye looked around, but didn't see anyone, so he walked to the altar and looked up at the ice edge.
"This is the first piece of ice that the ancestors chiseled after being exiled to this world. Since then, it took three hundred years to complete the Frost Thunder Temple. During these three hundred years, how many ancestors buried their bones Under the temple, there is no way to know. In this world, people are annihilated soon after death, and there will be no remains at all. This first piece of ice is not an offering, but a commemoration, commemorating the sacrifice of the ancestors."
The cold and clear voice appeared again. This time, Qianye's perception didn't make any mistakes again. He turned around and looked in one direction, and saw a young man in a white robe with long silver-blue hair walking slowly.
The boy's appearance was extremely young, only about fifteen or sixteen years old, his face was as delicate as the most exquisitely crafted artwork, and his skin and lips seemed transparent. If it weren't for the terrifying force hidden in his body, Qianye would have misunderstood that he was made of profound ice.
The young man stretched out his hand and said, "Akfir, the master of this generation of Frost Thunder Temple. Carol is my sister. Welcome, Qianye."
Qianye stretched out his hand and shook Akefier's hand. It felt like holding a piece of the coldest ice, and his skin lost all feeling in an instant. Immediately, a faint crimson golden flame ignited in Qianye's hand, and the ultimate dawn attribute of Dawn Qiming suppressed the coldness, preventing the body from being damaged.
However, the Crimson Gold Flame is not stable, it flickers on and off, although it is only a faint layer, the consumption is extremely astonishing, and Qianye can clearly feel the rapid loss of origin force in his body. It means that in this confrontation, although Qianye is not at a disadvantage, the difference in the cultivation of the two sides' original force is too great, and even the morning light can hardly support this kind of consumption.
Fortunately, Akefier shook his hand for a while, then withdrew his hand. There was an indistinguishable light in his eyes, he took a deep look at Qianye, and said, "It happens to be lunch time, I hope I have the honor to invite you to join me."
Qianye was slightly taken aback, and then said: "Thank you for the hospitality, the lunch in the Frost Thunder Temple is not something you can enjoy outside."
Akefier frowned, smiled and said: "Please follow me." He led Qianye through the side door, walked along the long corridor to the end, and entered the restaurant.
The restaurant is equally astonishingly large, at least it can accommodate hundreds of people dining at the same time. There was only one long table in the center, with a chair at each end.
Akefier sat down at the main seat, and asked Qianye to sit down at the other end. Two old men in dresses appeared and began to serve the meal.
They were obviously old, but they behaved elegantly, their white hair was combed meticulously, and they walked like sliding on water without making a sound. No matter walking, stopping, or placing, the soup on the tray in their hands did not waver at all.
Both old men have amazingly steady hands. These hands can be used to serve food, and they can even be used to kill people. With the support of their seventeenth-level force cultivation base, they can instantly transform into the most terrifying killers.
Even the force levels of the two waiters are higher than Qianye's. Akefier's move seems to be a demonstration on purpose, but when he thinks about it carefully, it doesn't seem like it.
The soup placed in front of Qianye was like clear water, with a few faint blue leaves floating in it, it looked more like tea.
Akefier’s voice floated from the other end of the long table, “This dish is boiled with the first batch of black ice mined in the temple. Store it in an environment. If you leave here, you won’t be able to eat it again.”
After that, he picked up the ice spoon and took a sip.
Qianye followed suit, took a sip of clear water-like soup, and swallowed it together with an ice leaf.
The soup didn't have any taste, but as soon as it entered the abdomen, a terrifying icy power erupted instantly, almost freezing Qianye from the inside out.
Qianye's body immediately reacted instinctively, the blood core pulsated with all its strength, and the blood all over the body burned instantly, suppressing the invading icy power with all its strength.
Qianye sat still, suddenly let out a muffled snort, and sprayed two long streams of blood from his nostrils.
His face turned red and white, repeated several times before he calmed down. The two old men standing next to him withdrew their gazes from looking at him, and at the same time calmed down their slightly different expressions, and could no longer see anything on their minds.
Qianye raised his head, didn't speak, just looked at Akefeier quietly, there was a faint blue wave in his eyes.
Akefier smiled slightly, with a bit of youthful clarity and mischievousness, "This soup was a bit overbearing at the beginning, as long as you resist it, you will gain a lot. The black ice left by the ancestors is used less, and the ice There are less than ten leaves in stock now. If it wasn't for a distinguished customer, I wouldn't take it out!"
Qianye opened his mouth and exhaled a cloud of white air, then his whole body shook, and two small fires spewed out from his nostrils uncontrollably.
Anyway, even after spraying fire, Qianye no longer concealed his physical condition, suppressed Yu Han, and said, "This soup is indeed a bit overbearing, what will happen if you can't resist it?"
Akfir raised his jaw with one hand, and said with a smile: "Such an obvious question is not something a smart person should ask. If you can't resist it, you will become an ice sculpture, and the ice leaf itself can be said to be a kind of poison. It's just that Precious things are never used to kill people. Anyway, if you can't resist, you can only say that my sister misjudged the person."
Qianye snorted, noncommittal, took another spoonful of soup, swallowed it in one gulp, and then closed his eyes in silence.
This time he finally didn't breathe fire, but his hair rose up without wind, and when he opened his eyes, two long beams of light shot out.
Qianye exhaled a wisp of white air slowly, and praised: "It's delicious!"
Just two spoonfuls of soup had pushed his origin force forward by a big step, which was invaluable for Qianye's unique accumulation of origin force. At this moment, his eighth vortex of original force is almost condensed, and when the whole bowl of soup is finished, he may break through.
Indeed, as Ackfield said, as long as this soup can be resisted, there will be great gains.
However, it is not easy to resist three words. The ice-cold force contained in the soup is extremely pure, and it also occurs in the abdomen. If you want to suppress and refine it, not only the cultivation base of the force must be high, but the quality of the force is also extremely high. Qianye's body possesses the dawn light, and it is only by restraint that he can refine it calmly. If other people were here, for example, the few generals in the empire who barely broke through the sky, no matter how difficult they are in this life, might be frozen into ice sculptures after eating a bowl of soup.
This soup is the main course, and the rest of the fruit snacks are rare, but they are nothing.
After finally finishing the meal, the Force Sundial next to the clock pointed to dusk. Most of the effort was spent on that soup, and it took a while to digest it. As the cold force accumulated, Qianye drank more and more slowly, until it took half an hour to digest a small sip.
Akafir didn't express any impatience, and accompanied Qianye very calmly. He took a sip after Qianye took a sip, and then quietly waited for Qianye to digest and absorb. He didn't nod until the meal was finished, "If you can drink this bowl of soup, you have passed the first test! Come with me."
Qianye couldn't say he was very happy about this kind of test that greeted him without saying a word. Regardless of his mood, Akafier got up and walked out of the restaurant, and when he waited for Qianye to come by the door, he even smiled, like a child who succeeded in playing a prank.
In any case, what Qianye got was real benefits, and there was no need to be hypocritical. He paused for a moment, then quickly followed. The two went down the spiral staircase all the way until they reached deep underground. Here, Akafier pushed open the door and led Qianye into another hall.
Although the hall is not as majestic as the main hall, the height of ten meters is quite imposing. There are arrays of statues in the hall, all of them are lifelike, if not for the whole body is made of black ice, which is crystal clear and free of impurities, it really makes people wonder if these statues were frozen by real people.
Akafir came to the largest group of statues, looked at the dozens of statues with different postures and expressions, and said: "These are the heroes of the first generation of ancestors. They fought against the unimaginable harsh environment and Fighting dangerous enemies, and at the cost of their lives, they chiseled the first piece of black ice and laid down the first cornerstone for the Temple of Frost and Thunder."
He then came to the second set of statues. The number of statues in this group is much smaller, only a dozen or so. Their aura is not as strong as the previous group, but their weapons and equipment are better.
Akafir was silent for a moment, and said: "This is the hero of the second generation of ancestors. Their number is small because after more than ten years of pioneering, most of their ancestors died in this frosty world. More than one person took their lives. It's severe cold and beasts, and... hunger. There is not enough food in this land to support so many ancestors, and the main source of food at that time was the beasts living on the edge of the land mass and in the void."
Qianye knew that there would be ferocious beasts living on the edge of the landmass. These ferocious beasts can move in the void for a short time, and they are extraordinarily ferocious. Although they are not comparable to the giant void beasts, they are also much stronger than ordinary land beasts. They are not ordinary at all. Warriors can handle it. If the ancestors of the Frost Thunder Temple relied on hunting these fierce beasts for food, one can imagine the price they would have to pay.
"Those ferocious beasts are very cunning and won't set foot on land easily. In order to lure them down, the ancestors have to select one person every time they hunt to use as bait."
Qianye's heart shuddered, the boy's voice was still clear and calm, but it couldn't erase half of the blood that had soaked through the years.