This crystal coffin can nourish the Divine Soul of the Slaughter Sword Lord for a thousand years, clearly it's extraordinary.

At the very least, it's a lower Spirit-level magic artifact.

Although it doesn't have many uses, it is rare indeed; Zhang Xiaoshan's mind stirred as he stored it into the storage space of his bracelet, perhaps keeping it will be useful.

Then, his attention shifted to the Red Flame Fire Lotus Seeds.

Nine Red Flame Fire Lotus Seeds floated above the lake.

Zhang Xiaoshan impatiently sat on the giant rock.

Perhaps, this is my chance to enter the God Realm.

The Nine Heavens Devouring Sky Skill was activated.

A terrifying suction enveloped one of the seeds.

Threads of flame spiritual power surged into Zhang Xiaoshan's body and gathered in the Dantian Qi Sea.

Each of these seeds is equivalent to a millennium-old spiritual medicine, and there are a full ten here.

This is such a supreme treasure, truly a miraculous encounter.

As these flames spiritual power transferred from the fire lotus seeds into Zhang Xiaoshan's body.

The flames on the fire lotus seeds slowly faded away.

Meanwhile, a layer of firelight began to appear on Zhang Xiaoshan's skin.

Two hours passed.

The first fire lotus seed was completely absorbed.

Then followed by the second one.

By noon the next day.

Six fire lotus seeds had been absorbed into Zhang Xiaoshan's body.

At this time, the originally boiling hot spring began to freeze, and the once warm Sword Tomb Grotto Heaven was now filled with piercing cold air.

Clearly, the source of all heat within this Sword Tomb was these fire lotus seeds.

As the spiritual power of the fire lotus seeds dissipates, everything is returning to normal.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaoshan's aura was rapidly surging, already reaching a critical point.

"Miracle Doctor Zhang, how, how are you?"

Jiang Qin, waiting by the shore, was both cold and hungry, suffering unbearably, and seeing Zhang Xiaoshan with his brows tightly furrowed and forehead drenched in sweat, couldn't help but inquire.

"Boom."

In the afternoon, suddenly, a terrifying energy burst forth from Zhang Xiaoshan's body.

"Crack, crack, crack."

"Gurgle..."

Zhang Xiaoshan was emitting intense flames all over, like a miniature sun, causing the frozen Sword Tomb to become scorching hot once again.

"Boom..."

Extremely terrifying power surged straight into the sky.

"Boom, rumble..."

The entire Changbai Mountain range seemed to experience a magnitude seven earthquake, shaking all around, causing an avalanche on the snow mountain.

Countless tourists were frightened and scattered in all directions.

Guests around Ruixue Peak and mountain travelers gathering herbs witnessed an unbelievable sight.

"Is the snow melting?"

"The snow on this Ruixue Peak has piled up for hundreds of years, but today it's actually melting?"

At first, it melted slowly, but then quickened into a torrent.

"Hot, so hot."

In the dead of winter, visitors to the snowy mountains took off their windbreaker jackets and climbing gear one by one.

At this time, the air temperature here had exceeded fifty degrees, as if people were about to be scorched; some men even stripped off their underwear.

"What's going on, how has the temperature risen so high?"

"It's just deadly."

While the tourists were complaining.

"Boom, rumble..."

The ground beneath their feet began to shake violently.

Following that, an unbelievable, incredible sight occurred, as the towering Zhuxue Peak collapsed under the gaze of thousands.

The altitude of Ruixue Peak was at least three thousand meters, but in the blink of an eye, it was less than half, and the summit had disappeared.

"Heavens, is the mountain gone?"

"What happened?"

"This is really unbelievable, film it, film it."

Countless tourists pulled out their phones to take pictures.

"Whoosh..."

At this moment, a fireball rose from the already flattened mountain midsection of Ruixue Peak.

In the wake of the fireball, it carried a mass of flames.

Those flames seemed real, yet appeared gaseous and illusory as well.

The fireball ascended into the sky, rushing straight up before disappearing along with countless flames.

"Is it a volcano eruption?"

"Lava, where's the lava?"

"No."

An old mountain traveler denied the tourists' speculations and kneeled down, praying with a devout expression.

"This is a divine phenomenon, definitely a divine phenomenon."

...

About five kilometers away from Ruixue Peak along a mountainous road, a well-armed, well-trained group was swiftly traveling.

Upon witnessing the transformation of Ruixue Peak, the group paused.

"Heavens, that's Ruixue Peak, it's been leveled."

"Young Master, has something happened to them?"

The group looked nervously at the tiger-browed middle-aged man leading them.

The middle-aged man wasn't very tall, about 1.7 meters, not very bulky; he was lean and tough but exuded a commanding presence, clearly a high-standing figure, with an uncommon aura, evidently a Qi Transformation expert, and a remarkable one at that.

This group was here because they couldn't wait any longer for Feng Qing and Luo Ji to descend from the mountain and had come to search for their comrades.

The slender middle-aged man was Feng Qing's father, Feng Tiangang, a top figure in the Northeast region.

Feng Tiangang stared at the leveled Zhuxue Peak, unable to suppress the shock and fear in his heart.

Especially seeing the flames rising into the sky, real yet seemingly false, the astonishment in his eyes grew stronger.

"Is that the Divine Power of the God Realm?"

He murmured, his expression curious, evidently finding it somewhat unbelievable.