Book 2: Chapter 112: No Hope in Sight

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Vol 2 Chapter 112: No Hope in Sight "I was wrong… The First Prodigy truly lives up to his name. I actually entertained the thought that Lin Jing might defeat him… but now that I think about it, how could that even be possible? One is the prodigy of the Spirit Dao Sect, the greatest sect of the Ancient Celestial Kingdom, while the other is merely the Holy Son of the Beast Taming Sect, a third-rate sect..." "Raising a pet beast to this level is already a miraculous stroke of fortune for the Beast Taming Sect, but in the end, the gap in foundation between the two sects is simply too vast!" Searᴄh the NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. With the Spell Spirit Origin unleashed, Chen Zhong had completely immobilized the Pine Leaf Mouse, leaving it struggling in place. Under the immense gravity, its arms crumbled one by one, until only its main body remained, barely holding on due to its incredible physique. For a human cultivator, such gravity would be outright lethal. Chen Zhong turned his gaze toward Lin Jing, and the spectators followed. Yet Lin Jing remained seated atop the Pine Leaf Mouse’s shoulder, seemingly unaffected! Around him, shimmering flakes—like falling snow—drifted in the air, creating a mesmerizing aura that made him appear mysterious and untouchable. "Hmm?" Chen Zhong’s eyes narrowed in confusion. The gravity field had even crushed the Pine Leaf Mouse, yet Lin Jing himself was completely unaffected? "It’s happening again... That strange ice energy! What exactly is it?" Wang Xiao from Dragon Palace muttered. "Wait a second… That power can ignore Chen Zhong’s gravity technique?!" Yan Xiangbei was stunned. Previously, Lin Jing had used this very ice power to bypass a Harmony Sect treasure, but he hadn’t given it much thought. Now, however, it seemed far more peculiar. "No matter how much one refines this technique, Fellow Daoist Chen, you're not actually manipulating true gravity—you’re merely simulating it with true energy. Since it's only true energy and not the force of Heaven and Earth itself, as long as I find the right method, I can negate it." Lin Jing sat calmly upon the Pine Leaf Mouse, speaking as if explaining something mundane. His body continuously emitted frost energy, freezing the true energy forming the gravity field around him. "Pine Leaf Mouse!" At Lin Jing’s command, the Pine Leaf Mouse—despite its initial struggle—gradually began moving again. Though slow, it stretched out its arms and reached toward Chen Zhong. The arena fell into a dead silence. But then, with a mere snort, Chen Zhong compressed the gravity field, causing the giant arms to collapse again, fractures spreading like cracks in ice. Yet what shocked Chen Zhong next was that, in the blink of an eye, the Pine Leaf Mouse’s true form regenerated completely—its immense life force allowing it to heal at astonishing speed. Again, it raised its arms toward Chen Zhong. "Your Demon King True Form must be exhausting… how much longer can you last?" Chen Zhong positioned his planetary Spell Spirit Origin high in the sky, crushing the Pine Leaf Mouse’s arms once more. With just one ability, he had completely suppressed the Pine Leaf Mouse. But despite this, his gaze remained fixed on Lin Jing, frowning deeply. "Indeed… I underestimated the Spell Spirit Origin." "I thought my Pine Leaf Mouse could withstand at least some of it, but now I see… its cultivation is still too low. If it had reached Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, it might have had a chance." Lin Jing shook his head. Under this terrifying gravity, the Pine Leaf Mouse was burning through its energy at an alarming rate. Soon, it would lose the ability to maintain its Demon King True Form, making resistance against the Spell Spirit Origin’s gravity even harder. "So, you must have other trump cards, right?" Chen Zhong stared at the snowflakes drifting around Lin Jing, speaking calmly. A mere ice technique couldn’t possibly counter his gravity spell so easily. "Well, well…" Meanwhile, in the Dragon Palace faction, someone muttered hesitantly, "Could it be… is he actually going to use that?" Wang Xiao and the others turned their attention toward Ice Soul, instantly understanding what was being implied. "I was hoping not to use it. But it seems… he’s still too weak after all." Ice Soul sighed. The conversation between them confused the audience—what were they talking about? "Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. At this level, there are almost no techniques that can defeat a Spell Spirit Origin!" The elders and disciples of the Spirit Dao Sect were brimming with confidence. Lin Jing was impressive, but Spell Spirit Origins weren’t something that could be easily overcome. And yet, at that moment, they suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold creeping over them. "...I have no choice, then." Lin Jing stood up from the Pine Leaf Mouse’s shoulder. In that instant, the temperature of the entire arena plummeted. Though it wasn’t enough to harm the audience, it felt like winter itself had descended upon them. Lin Jing slowly descended from the Pine Leaf Mouse, and in that moment, he activated the power of the Ice Soul Gu. His true energy merged with the Ice Soul Gu’s power, and in an instant— His black hair turned white. His dark eyes became an icy blue. Snow-white strands danced in the frozen wind, and what truly stunned the spectators was that, at that moment— The entire gravity field was instantly frozen solid. Above the arena, a massive, towering phantom began to take shape— A colossal ice spider, stretching high into the clouds, with countless frosted legs piercing the edges of the stage. Its entire spectral form, forged from pure cold, had completely frozen the gravity field—and for the first time, Chen Zhong’s soul trembled in fear. "I suppose, as long as I freeze the entire gravity field, the match is decided, isn't it?" Lin Jing’s snow-white hair fluttered in the frigid air as he spoke calmly. And just as he finished speaking— The freezing had already taken effect. The Pine Leaf Mouse instantly regain full mobility. "You—!" Chen Zhong’s eyes widened in shock, staring at Lin Jing as if he were an impossible existence. "Gu Insect Fusion… You’re housing a Gu in your body?! That power level… This is one of the Ten Rare Gu—the Ice Soul Gu!" Chen Zhong couldn’t comprehend it. How could Lin Jing possess something like this? As Chen Zhong’s shout echoed, the entire arena fell into chaos. "Ten Rare Gu?!" "The Ice Soul Gu?! But every Rare Gu carries the bloodline of the Gu King! Once they mature, they rival Nascent Soul cultivators!" The most terrifying thing about Gu techniques was that a Gu Master could fuse with their Gu, unleashing power beyond comprehension. A Nascent Soul-level Gu, when fused, could even wield Void Mystical power! It was said that, at the height of the Gu God Sect, all Ten Rare Gu were in their possession. Each one granted its user Void Mystical combat prowess. And yet, now, one of them was in the hands of a mere Qi Refinement cultivator?! And he could perfectly control it?! If that were true... Then— After a thousand frozen punches, Chen Zhong was finally knocked backward, barely saved by his Spell Spirit Origin, which formed a protective repulsion field around him. Despite avoiding fatal injury, his expression was hollow. "I've lost." Even if he didn’t know how Lin Jing got the Ice Soul Gu, he could no longer see a way to win.

Book 2: Chapter 112: No Hope in Sight

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