Monarch of Evernight: Twelve distinguished guests come from afar

bsp;Qianye raised his head and stared at the majestic building with every line in front of him filled with time. He paused for a moment and then walked straight towards the gate of Frost and Thunder Temple.

Floating ribbons kept appearing on the road ahead, and he waved them away casually, just like walking through a street with too many decorations during a grand festival. This process may seem light and easy, but in fact it is an abyss step by step. If it were an ordinary strong person, half of his palm would be gone after one swing. But in front of Qianye, Ribbon became docile and obedient, never showing his hidden fangs.

Pull aside the ribbons all the way, Qianye finally arrived at the gate of Frost and Thunder Temple.

The two gates of the temple are tens of meters high. In front of such a giant thing, Qianye's existence is like a small ant. The gate is also made of black ice. It is dark blue in color and has continuous reliefs on the surface. If you look carefully, the patterns have meanings. They are many myths and stories, which roughly represent the ancestors struggling to survive in this desolate world and finally building a magnificent temple. of the process.

In this small world on the top of the cliff, there is no better building material than Xuan Bing. And those ancestors who were able to harvest ice and build temples in this environment are all strong men today. At least those below the rank of general would not be able to survive on the top of the cliff.

While Qianye was concentrating on admiring the carvings on the door, the two huge doors suddenly opened automatically without any wind. A warm air flowed out from the temple, exuding an indescribable light fragrance.

"Dear guests from far away, please come in."

Qianye crossed the threshold without hesitation, and the palace door closed on its own.

There is no visible light source in the main hall, but it is not dark. The ancient black ice on the walls, floor and even the dome exudes a faint light, which is pure, bright and mysterious. The dome is nearly a hundred meters high. Being inside it is like standing in the palace of an ancient giant. The grandeur of the space is breathtaking.

In the center of the hall, there is a huge black ice altar. An ice edge floats above the altar, slowly rotating.

Qianye looked around and saw no one, so he walked to the altar and looked up at the ice edge.

"This is the first piece of ice cut by our ancestors after they were exiled to this world. Since then, it has taken three hundred years to build the Frost and Thunder Temple. During these three hundred years, how many ancestors have There is no way to know if people are buried under the Bone Temple. In this world, people are annihilated soon after death, and the body is not preserved at all. It is not a memorial, but a memorial to the sacrifice of the ancestors. "

The cold and clear voice appeared again. This time Qianye's perception didn't make any mistakes. He turned around and looked in one direction, and saw a young man wearing a white robe and with long silvery blue hair slowly walking towards him.

The boy's appearance is unusually young. He only looks like a human being in his fifteenth or sixteenth year. His face is as delicate as the most exquisitely crafted work of art, and his skin and lips are as if they are transparent. If it weren't for the terrifying force hidden in his body, Qianye would have misunderstood that he was made of black ice.

The young man stretched out his hand and said: "Akfir, the master of this generation of Frost and Thunder Temple. Carol is my sister. Welcome, Qianye."

Qianye reached out and shook Akfir's hand. It felt like holding a piece of the coldest ice, and his skin instantly became numb. Qianye's hand immediately ignited with a faint crimson flame, and the ultimate dawn attribute of Dawn Qiming suppressed the cold and prevented the body from being harmed.

However, the scarlet gold flame was not stable. It flickered on and off. Although it was only a faint layer, its consumption was extremely shocking. Qianye could clearly feel the rapid loss of the force in his body. This meant that in this confrontation, although Qianye did not fall behind, the difference in Force cultivation between the two sides was so great that even Dawn Qiming could not sustain this kind of consumption.

Fortunately, Akfir held his hand for a while and then retracted his hand. With a light that was difficult to discern 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 startled, then said: "Thank you for the hospitality, the lunch at Frost and Thunder Temple is not something you can enjoy outside."

Akfir frowned and said with a smile: "Please come with me." He led Qianye through the side door, walked along the long corridor to the end, and entered the restaurant.

The restaurant is also surprisingly large and can accommodate at least hundreds of people dining at the same time. There was only a long table in the center with a chair at each end.

Akfir sat down at the main seat and asked Qianye to sit down at the other end. Two old men in formal attire appeared and began to serve the meal.

They were obviously older, but they behaved gracefully, their white hair was combed meticulously, and they moved as if they were gliding on water without making any sound. Regardless of walking, stopping, or placing them, the soup on the trays in their hands did not ripple at all.

Both old men have surprisingly steady hands. These hands can be used to serve food, and they can also be used to kill people. With the support of their seventeenth level of Force cultivation, they can instantly transform into the most terrifying killers.

Even the two waiters have a higher Force level than Qianye. Akfir's move seems to be a deliberate demonstration, but if you think about it carefully, it seems a bit different.

The soup placed in front of Qianye was like clear water, with a few blue leaves floating in it, and it looked more like tea.

Akfir's voice floated from the other end of the long table, "This dish is cooked with melted water from the first batch of black ice mined in the temple. The ice leaves inside are a specialty of this continent. Only It can be stored in a low temperature environment and you won’t be able to eat it again.”

After saying that, he picked up the ice spoon and took a sip first.

Qianye followed suit and took a sip of the water-like soup, swallowing it together with a piece of ice leaf.

The soup has no taste, but as soon as it enters the abdomen, the terrifying icy power explodes instantly, almost freezing Qianye from the inside out.

Qianye's body immediately reacted instinctively, his blood core pulsating with all his strength, and the blood all over his body instantly burned, suppressing the invading icy power with all his strength.

Qianye sat motionless, suddenly groaned, and sprayed out two long streams of blood and fire from his nostrils.

His face turned red and white, and he repeated it several times before finally calming down. The two old men standing next to him withdrew their eyes from looking at him, and at the same time calmed down their slightly strange expressions, no longer showing any concern.

Qianye raised his head and said nothing. He only looked at Akfir quietly, with a hint of blueness in his eyes.

Akfir smiled slightly, with a bit of youthful clarity and naughtiness, "This soup is a bit overbearing at first, but as long as you resist it, you will gain a lot. Use less of the Xuanbing left by your ancestors. , and there are less than ten ice leaves in stock now, I wouldn’t take them out if I weren’t a distinguished customer!”

Qianye opened his mouth and exhaled a ball of white air, then his whole body was shaken, and he couldn't help but spurt out two small **** of fire from his nostrils.

Anyway, even after spraying fire, Qianye no longer concealed his physical condition. He suppressed the remaining cold and said, "This soup is indeed a bit overbearing. What will happen if you can't resist it?"

Akfir held 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 turn into an ice sculpture. The ice leaf itself can also be said to be a kind of poison. It's just that such a precious thing is never used to kill people. Anyway, if you can't resist it, you can only say that your sister is wrong."

Qianye snorted without comment, took another spoonful of soup, swallowed it in one gulp, then closed his eyes and remained silent.

This time he finally didn’t spit out fire, but his hair did not blow up in the wind. When he opened his eyes, two long flames shot out.

Qianye slowly exhaled a wisp of white air and praised: "It tastes good!"

Just two spoons of soup pushed his Force power forward a big step, which was extremely valuable for Qianye's unique need to accumulate Force power. At this moment, his eighth force vortex has almost formed, and he may be about to break through after finishing the entire bowl of soup.

As Akfir said, as long as you can resist this soup, you will gain a lot.

However, this is not easy to resist. The icy cold force contained in the soup is extremely pure, and it occurs in the abdomen. To suppress and refine it requires not only a high level of force cultivation, but also extremely high requirements for the quality of the force. Qianye possesses the Qiming of Dawn, and he has just enough restraint to be able to refine it calmly. If there were other people here, for example, a few generals from the empire who could barely break through the sky, no matter how difficult it was to make progress in this life, they would probably be frozen into ice sculptures after eating a bowl of soup.

This soup is the main course. Although the other fruit snacks are rare, they are nothing.

After finally finishing the meal, the Force sundial next to me was already pointing towards dusk. Mainly, I spent most of my time on that soup. It takes a while to brew before it can be digested. As the cold force accumulated, Qianye drank more and more slowly, and eventually it took half an hour to digest a small sip.

Akafir did not show any signs of impatience and accompanied him very calmly. Qianye took a sip and he followed suit, then quietly waited for Qianye to digest and absorb it. It wasn't until the meal was finished that he nodded, "If you can drink this bowl of soup, you have passed the first test! Follow me."

Qianye couldn't say he was happy about this kind of test that he was greeted without saying a word. Regardless of his mood, Akafiel stood up and walked out of the restaurant. When he waited at the door for Qianye to come over, he even smiled, like a child who succeeded in his prank.

In any case, what Qianye got was real benefits, and there was no need to be pretentious. He paused briefly and quickly followed. The two of them went down the spiral staircase until they reached deep underground. Here, Akafiel opened the door and led Qianye into another hall.

Although the hall is not as majestic as the main hall, it is still quite impressive at a height of ten meters. There are several groups of statues placed in the main hall, all of them lifelike. If it weren't for the fact that the whole body was made of black ice, crystal clear and free of impurities, one would really doubt whether 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 are related to unimaginable things." Fighting against harsh environments and dangerous enemies, at the cost of life, the first piece of black ice was cut and the first foundation stone was laid for the Frost and Thunder Temple."

He then came to the second set of statues. The number of statues in this group is much smaller, only a dozen. Their momentum does not look as strong as the previous group, and their weapons and equipment are better.

Akafiel was silent for a moment and said: "These are the heroes of the second generation of ancestors. Their number is small because after more than ten years of development, most of the ancestors died in this frost world. Take away them Life is not only about the cold and ferocious beasts, but also... hunger. There is not enough food on this land to feed so many ancestors. At that time, the main source of food was the ferocious beasts living on the edge of the continent and in the void. ”

Qianye knows that there will also be ferocious beasts living on the edge of the continent. These ferocious beasts can move in the void for a short time and are extremely ferocious. Although they are not as good as the giant void beasts, they are much stronger than ordinary land beasts. It is simply not something that ordinary warriors can handle. If the ancestors of the Frost and Thunder Temple relied on hunting these ferocious beasts for food, one can imagine the price they would have to pay.

"Those ferocious beasts are very cunning and will not easily set foot on land. In order to lure them down, the ancestors must choose one person to use as bait every time they hunt."

Qianye felt a chill in his heart. The boy's voice was still clear and calm, but he could not erase even half of the blood that had been soaked in time.