As for whether the Blood God’s words were true or not, that would depend on what happened. If the other side had lied, Xu Zimo wouldn’t hesitate to throw his corpse into the wilderness, leaving it restless even in death.

After leaving the tomb, the two continued walking forward.

All around were only some small graves, not worth their attention.

Finally, after about ten minutes, the two stopped before a massive ice palace.

On the way, Xu Zimo had seen several corpses, the very people who had entered this place alongside him.

Standing before the ice-sculpted palace, they could feel cold air seeping out from within.

Given their physiques, the fact that they could feel the chill at all was proof enough that this place was anything but ordinary.

The ice-sealed doors were tightly shut.

With a single palm strike from the God Emperor, the entire gate shattered instantly, crumbling into countless shards of ice.

From within, a cold wind howled like the cries of ghosts, surging through the tunnel.

It forced their eyes half-closed, and in the blink of an eye, the God Emperor was frozen into a statue.

A cracking sound followed as he broke free from the ice.

He laughed.

“How careless of me.”

“Let’s go in and take a look,” Xu Zimo said.

The two strode forward together, and the sight inside was beyond words.

They had stepped into a world of ice.

It was like an ice kingdom, a hidden world made entirely of frost.

Iron trees and silver blossoms, towering ancient trees rising like a primeval forest.

Brilliant flowers bloomed in competition.

There were birds, white rabbits, green grass, and heavy snow.

Even a waterfall that looked as if it fell from the ninth heaven had been frozen in mid-air.

Everywhere their eyes fell, there was abundance, yet all of it was lifeless, formed entirely from ice.

It gave a contradictory impression of both grandeur and desolation.

The ice beneath their feet cracked constantly, while goose-feather snow fell endlessly from above.

From the ground, white tigers formed from ice surged upward.

Their roars shook the wilderness, their savage heads bellowing as countless of them lunged at the two men.

These tigers were powerful, but still far from enough to threaten them.

Xu Zimo walked forward step by step, calm and unhurried.

With a wave of his left hand, countless tigers were sent flying.

Every move he made was perfectly attuned to the Dao, magnificent and overwhelming, like a rainbow piercing the sun, so forceful that the void itself shattered beneath it.

The white tigers’ cries of pain echoed without end, accompanied by the repeated bangs of their bodies smashing into and fracturing the icy ground.

The two advanced unimpeded. Nothing could stop them.

At last, they reached the deepest part of the icy tomb.

The earth trembled, everything fell silent.

Frost filled the very air.

Directly ahead stood a colossal statue.

It was the statue of a woman holding an ice staff, her long snow-white hair flowing behind her.

A crown rested atop her head.

Her wide white robe fluttered with the cold winds.

The law of ice saturated the endless void around her.

“Outsiders.”

A vast voice descended.

The massive statue before them began to move. Her right hand stretched outward, and with a single gesture, snow swept across ten thousand miles, freezing a thousand more.

The winds and snow in the tomb surged violently.

They howled as if to devour heaven and earth, threatening to bury everything in the blizzard.

A colossal hand struck downward, and the God Emperor countered with a punch.

In an instant, his body froze solid and he was flung away.

Even his divine Nomological Truths were completely sealed in ice.

“You alright?” Xu Zimo asked from the side.

The God Emperor broke free of the frost, spitting out shards of ice.

His hair hung in disarray, embarrassed after just a single exchange.

“These so-called Gods from the Legendary Era… what on earth are they? Wasn’t it said that even Grand Emperors couldn’t remain long in the Primordial Heartlands?”

“Who knows what happened in such ancient times,” Xu Zimo replied.

He swung Shadow Tyrant, his blade tearing through wind, snow, and void. The terrifying strike fell from the heavens, cleaving directly onto the statue.

With a loud boom, not even the slightest mark was left on it.

Its defense was overwhelming.

Another palm strike followed, and Xu Zimo and the God Emperor quickly scattered to avoid it.

“Outsiders, prepare to face the fury of the Ice God.”

The majestic voice echoed again and again through the snowy world.

“We were sent by the Blood God!” the God Emperor shouted.

At his words, the giant hand in the storm seemed to hesitate. Even the blizzard itself briefly paused.

The God Emperor quickly gestured for Xu Zimo to take out the token.

The token was thrown forward, immediately swallowed by the storm.

After a moment of silence, the voice in the snow spoke again, “What did he send you here for?”

“He wanted to know how you are now, and asked us to check on you,” the God Emperor quickly answered.

Xu Zimo chuckled softly at the side. He hadn’t expected the God Emperor to fold so quickly, he himself hadn’t even started taking things seriously.

“And since when has he ever been so kind?” the icy voice said coldly. “If not for him, how would we have fallen to such a state?”

The God Emperor said nothing. He didn’t know the tangled history behind their words.

“Tell him this, we will not give up. Everything will rise again,” the voice continued.

“We’ll deliver your words,” the God Emperor replied.

“Then get out!” the voice roared, filled with anger.

“Let’s go,” the God Emperor said to Xu Zimo.

He only wanted to leave. The strength of these gods had far exceeded his expectations.

“Leaving with no dignity at all?” Xu Zimo asked from the side.

“What are you planning?” the God Emperor looked at him in surprise.

“Do you even understand the word disgrace?” Xu Zimo answered.

With Shadow Tyrant in hand, his lone figure strode into the depths of the snowstorm.

“This is not your era. Whether you are a god of the old days or a lingering false god, in my era, you will bow your head before me!”

The blade intent of Shadow Tyrant surged wildly.

Countless Nomological Truths circled around him.

“There’s no need to fight them! We only came for the God Crystal!” the God Emperor shouted from behind.

“This has nothing to do with the God Crystal. I’m just not happy with their attitude,” Xu Zimo said calmly over his shoulder.

“So what if they ruled the Legendary Era? This is the Imperial Era, my era, the era of the Infernal Emperor. Why should they still hold power?”

With that single question, Xu Zimo’s blade intent exploded to its peak.

He swung Shadow Tyrant, its faint glow erupting with endless ferocity, shredding all wind and snow in its path.

He unleashed the Nineteen Forms of Dao-Seeking.

Strike after strike, the blade intent surged ceaselessly, domineering and unmatched.

All the frozen world before him became nothing but souls beneath his blade.

Watching Xu Zimo charge forward fearlessly, the God Emperor suddenly saw the gulf between them.

“I had no wish to kill you. But since you seek death, I will grant it.”

The voice in the storm grew furious.

A mortal daring to challenge a god, to her, this was humiliation.