Chapter 1278: Chapter 1278: Encountering a Demon in a Strange Land (Part 3)

When the time reset, Ning Fan once again came to the Snow God Temple, and saw a similar scene.

A few tenants were bargaining with the steward of the Snow God Temple, but the steward was no longer the blue fatty Landao Feng, rather he was replaced by an elder with a medium build and an ordinary face.

"Esteemed Steward! Usually, renting a low-grade Spirit Room only costs 2.4 million Xuejing Stones per day, so why the... today..."

"We are all regulars, can’t you just..."

"Brother Fan! Please accept this modest gift with a smile, but regarding the rent..."

The words of the tenants were exactly the same as before, only the terms of address had slightly changed. From their words, it seemed that the new steward who replaced Landao Feng had the surname Fan.

"Now is the peak season for the Northern Barbarians Kingdom, do you understand peak season? This is the price, take it or leave it!" Although his appearance was quite different, this steward with the surname Fan seemed to have imitated Landao Feng’s temperament and lines.

"Hmph! I am the sworn brother of the ninth-generation inner sect disciple under the branch of the 29th generation descendant of the Xuanji God General’s nephew under the Northern Barbarian God’s Throne. How dare you, a mere steward junior, raise the price on the spot against me? Aren’t you afraid that I will report this to the God General?" Still, it was the Crossing Truth Realm cultivator who stepped forward.

"Pah! I am ranked twelfth in bloodline strength among the ninth-generation descendants of the Fan Barbarian Clan, who the hell are you?" The steward with the surname Fan’s lines finally differed from those of Landao Feng.

"You, you actually come from the Fan Barbarian Clan!" The Crossing Truth Realm cultivator was suddenly shocked upon hearing this, after calculating his own identity and background, sensing he was not as powerful as the other party, gritted his teeth, and obediently paid in the end. Up to this point, the plot development was pretty much the same as before.

But the plot afterwards changed.

The steward with the surname Fan was not the same saint as Landao Feng, so he lacked confidence and didn’t dare to pocket the collected rent.

The barbarian child named Ashan naturally had no reason to expose or offend this person.

Without Landao Feng’s harm, how would Ashan obtain the Fan name of Dao Barbarian Mountain? Ning Fan was quite curious.

"Anyone else want to rent a Spirit Room? Hurry up and pay if you do! If not, I have a furnace of expensive pills to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave!" The steward with the surname Fan urged impatiently.

"Please wait, Steward Fan..." It was Ashan’s grandfather who spoke, his name was Fan Shiyun.

The steward with the surname Fan glanced over, seeing Fan Shiyun speak, his face darkened immediately, "What is it!"

"Regarding the rent, I ask the esteemed steward to allow a few days of grace. It is just that the magical treasure in my furnace still needs a few days to complete, by then once sold, it will cover the rent, so..." Fan Shiyun pleaded.

"Impossible! Either pay the rent today or take your furnace and leave!" The steward with the surname Fan replied coldly.

"Esteemed steward, you and my grandfather are both from the Fan Clan, I implore you to show some leniency, I will surely remember this kindness!" Ashan pleaded on behalf of his grandfather.

"Same clan? Ridiculous! As a Fan Barbarian, yet you raised a Dao Barbarian abomination, I dare not recognize such a kin!" The steward with the surname Fan grew angrier looking at Ashan, even if he initially had a bit of leeway, at this moment he wouldn’t accommodate.

Ning Fan was momentarily surprised.

In the original history, Ashan was granted the name of Dao Barbarian Mountain due to offending Landao Feng, leading to a turbulent life.

But because the current plot was a result of the Trial World’s self-correction, Ashan seemed to have already obtained the Fan name from Dao Barbarian Mountain due to certain events, becoming a traitor scorned by the Fan Barbarian Clan.

His grandfather was implicated as a result, and his situation seemed rather dire, further compounded by the recent surge in rent, making it impossible to keep up with the payments.

"Are you paying or not! If not, don’t waste my time!" The steward with the surname Fan said impatiently.

"Rent, please esteemed steward, wait a moment, I’ll go to the market to sell some old items, I should be able to gather enough for the rent..." Fan Shiyun said helplessly.

"Hold on, I’ll pay for their rent." At this time, Ning Fan spoke up. He remembered the kindness from Dao Barbarian Mountain and didn’t mind lending a hand.

Even if this place was just a falsified world.

"Who are you... Hmm? It’s you!" The steward with the surname Fan was initially displeased to see Ning Fan intervening, but when he recognized Ning Fan’s appearance, he was overjoyed, and a look of greed appeared on his face. He seemed to recognize Ning Fan as the big spender who appeared in the Ferry Market.

...

With Ning Fan’s help, Fan Shiyun successfully renewed his rent, which made Fan Shiyun very grateful, yet still three parts doubtful and two parts cautious.

"Thank you, senior, for your righteous assistance! But since we are strangers, why would you be willing to generously extend a hand? You must know, with the current rent hike, this sum is not insignificant..." Fan Shiyun asked puzzled.

One can’t blame him for worrying that Ning Fan had ulterior motives, it’s just that his grandson had recently gotten involved in some event, suffered harm, and became a Dao Barbarian.

Once bitten by a snake, ten years are afraid of the well rope, Fan Shiyun was truly scared, worried that the stranger approaching had designs on his grandson.

Furthermore, seeing Ning Fan’s profound cultivation, not deliberately concealing the formidable aura of an Eternal Cultivator, Fan Shiyun was even more shocked, fearing this might be another calamity.

Ning Fan originally intended to explain the cause and effect between him and Dao Barbarian Mountain, but looking at the still-childish Dao Barbarian Mountain in front of him, he was momentarily speechless.

The timeline is tangled in some, not too easy to explain ah.

"Having been favored in the past, today I merely wish to express gratitude, harboring no harmful intentions." Eventually, he explained a sentence, to prevent Fan Shiyun from overthinking.

Fan Shiyun gazed into Ning Fan’s eyes, seeing sincerity. Having seen many people, he felt Ning Fan was not lying, and finally put his mind at ease.

Thus, he thanked Ning Fan repeatedly for his generosity and promised that once his magical treasure was completed and sold, he would repay the money at the first instance.

Meanwhile, guessing in his heart, he wondered which ancestor of his had old ties with Ning Fan, having bestowed favors upon him, truly a wonderful thing!

At next year’s Ancestral Remembrance Festival, he must certainly offer more tributes to his ancestors!

Achoo.

Ashan, on the side, inexplicably sneezed.

Fan Shiyun still had a furnace of magical treasures to attend to, unable to chat more with Ning Fan, after apologizing repeatedly, he took his grandson to the Spirit Room to refine his treasure.

Ning Fan also had important matters to attend to, similarly not intending to chat much, he merely said a sentence, "If you face difficulties, remember to find me," then went to his own Spirit Room.

Fan Shiyun rented a low-grade Spirit Room, while Ning Fan rented a high-grade one, the two were in different directions, receiving vastly different treatments.

As for the price...

Ning Fan didn’t inquire specifically, nor was there much to ask, low-grade Spirit Room or high-grade, combined it merely cost Ning Fan a piece of Heavenly Dao Silver, and even at this price it seemed exaggerated several times over, having been heavily extorted by the steward with the surname Fan...

Even so, Ning Fan remained unfazed as he paid, a scene that left the surrounding tenants utterly astonished, and they all began discussing Ning Fan’s extravagance.

Many people also secretly harbored greed and malice.

Some, seeing that the steward with the surname Fan seemed to know Ning Fan’s origin, offered bribes discreetly trying to inquire.

"The Great Kun takes flight, do not harbor greed!" The steward with the surname Fan said quietly, causing the faces of those inquiring to change drastically, and not daring to have any evil intentions any longer.

This was hinting that this young man came from the Hunkun Holy Sect!

Goodness! This youth is actually a Disciple of the Contrary Saint! Such karma, who dares to provoke!

"But that’s unreasonable, given how the Northern Barbarians are in a tumultuous time, I’ve heard that many Holy Sects forbid disciples from entering the Northern Barbarians Kingdom, let alone the Contrary Saint Sect, why is this person appearing here..." Some people also didn’t understand.

"Haha! Doesn’t this just show that a Reverse Saint has predicted the future of the Northern Barbarians Kingdom and knows that our Northern Barbarians Kingdom will surely be spared from this disaster, thus allowing the disciples to come? This is great!" The elder surnamed Fan said proudly.

"Indeed! Our Northern Barbarians Kingdom is protected by the Barbarian God, with the Saint hidden and eternal, why fear the mere Tribulation of the Ziwei Demon Monarch!"

"A mere individual dares to challenge a kingdom of a Saint, the Ziwei Demon Monarch is truly courting death!"

"Barbarian is the great sect of the myriad domains, who can destroy it! Who dares to destroy it!"

"An ant shaketh the tree, it knows not its limits!"

"We’ll talk more later, Brother Fan! First, get me a room in the Spirit Room..."

...

Inside the High-Grade Spirit Room, Immortal Clouds were thick, Spiritual Energy sticky and icy cold.

Ning Fan sat cross-legged within the Spirit Room, and with a flip of his hand, took out several Go pieces entwined with blood light.

These pieces at first glance seemed ordinary in material, but upon closer sensing, one could discover that these pieces were in fact embedded with human bones.

These human bone chess pieces are precisely clues to the [Stone Ghost Seeking Brother] task, crucial for finding Stone God True Person.

According to the Stone Ghost True Person, human bone chess had been popular in the Real Realms for some time. Many Chess Masters believed that refining chess equipment with one’s own bones could enhance one’s fortune during a match, as if aided by gods; indeed, many had performed exceptionally due to using human bone chess, frequently winning against opponents far superior to themselves.

Later, however, human bone chess became banned by the Chess Masters of the Real Realms: some said human bone chess was a form of cheating; some said it was created by demons and its existence violated Heavenly Dao; there were rumors of great peril hidden within human bone chess.

In short, nowadays in the Real Realms, very few people use human bone chess. Yet, it appeared at the scene of Stone God’s disappearance for unknown reasons.

"This chess piece exudes an ominous aura that causes my heart to palpitate, the root of this palpitation is not the human bones within the chess piece, but something else indescribable..."

Ning Fan, face solemn, observed these chess pieces.

When he first obtained these chess pieces, he tried using his ability to communicate with all things to converse directly with the pieces, but failed.

Simply because the space-time between them was too distant, unable to hear the words of the chess pieces.

When Ning Fan forced dominion over one piece of space-time, forcibly bridging the distant connection, he could only hear the frenzied, mad mutterings from within the chess pieces.

Unable to communicate, unable to interact.

These human bone chess pieces, all are crazed, mad, lost all spirituality that all things should possess.

Moreover, this madness seems infectious, it seems to corrode all that it touches; if one lacking sufficient chess skill touches these human bone chess pieces, they would instantly fall into idiocy.

Even with Stone Ghost True Person’s chess skill, he dared not touch the human bone chess pieces, hence he thought of his friend Lu Bei, deeply believing that with Lu Bei’s chess skill, he could withstand the terror of human bone chess and uncover clues.

"First, confirm whether the bones within these human bone chess belong to Stone God True Person..."

Stone Ghost True Person gave Ning Fan several items from his brother’s past, even provided a copy of brother’s soul plates stained with blood, hoping Ning Fan would verify this through its aura.

However, due to the overly ominous chess power that stained the human bone chess, completely obscuring the aura of the bones within, to confirm this, one must first dispel the ominous.

This ominous chess power is too troublesome, requiring special sacrificial rites to purge; if using brute force to break it, it would require massive cultivation and chess skill to support, beyond Ning Fan’s capacity.

[Barbarian God Sacrificial Scripture]!

This was an ancient scripture handed to Ning Fan by Stone Ghost True Person, recording the sacrificial rite of an ancient tradition of the Northern Barbarians Kingdom—Barbarian God Blessing! This rite seems exceptionally effective in exorcising evil, particularly powerful against the ominous aura within human bone chess.

"Barbarian God Blessing...interesting."

When Ning Fan first cultivated in the barbarian tradition, he had learned of the Barbarian God Blessing—yes, in Ning Fan’s memory, it should be a malicious Divine Skill used for possession, curses, yet unexpectedly in the scripture’s description, the Barbarian God Blessing could be used as a sacrificial rite, and it had effects for exorcising evil and avoiding calamity.

This greatly exceeded Ning Fan’s expectations, piquing his interest in the Barbarian God Blessing Art.

After all, he is also a Barbarian God, learning the Barbarian God Blessing Art seems very appropriate, right? Blessing oneself could drive away evil, avoid misfortune, purge calamity, restrain all ominous and curses; blessing an enemy could also curse the enemy, kill invisibly, even seizing possession of the enemy when necessary—though Ning Fan didn’t think he would need this function.

"Once, due to mistakenly being blessed by the Barbarian God Blessing Art by the Ninth Generation Barbarian God Yin Mo, by chance, I embarked on the path of Pluck, and thus met Mountain and Sea Shadow on Dao Barbarian Mountain, gaining the Fragment of Divine Annihilation Shield; now, in the Trial World, I meet Dao Barbarian Mountain, meet Landao Feng, meet Barbarian God Blessing, all these seemed destined, like circles approaching closure..."

"Reincarnation is woven from countless causal-linked circles; destiny is woven from countless reincarnations into grand circles..."

Ning Fan’s eyes glistened with azure spike, looking at the human bone chess, looking at the Barbarian God Sacrificial Scripture, and simultaneously examining himself.

It was as if he had enlightened something, as if seeing circles of reincarnation intertwining, once a butterfly was blown by the wind here and there...

For a long time, the brilliance in Ning Fan’s eyes suddenly became extremely dazzling, but gradually returned to peace through his deliberate restraint.

"Not enough, still not enough. To open the third Heaven Separation Sect’s gate, needs seeing farther, higher, more thoroughly! Only then can I barely touch that seemingly destined but truly ever-changing...destiny!"

...

The Barbarian God Blessing Art is not solely the province of Barbarian Gods; ordinary Plucks, if their cultivation suffices to master this art, can through special rites invoke the Mountain and Sea Shadow of the ancient Pluck patriots from the Mountain and Sea, and by those Mountain and Sea Shadows’ strength, invoke the Barbarian God Blessing.

Even those who are not Plucks, can by the use of special Barbarian Clan Magic Artifacts, in certain occasions apply this art.

But if any individual can release the Barbarian God Blessing directly without any external aid...

Such a Pluck would be honored by the various Barbarian Clans in the Real Realms as a Barbarian God!

Indeed, Barbarian Gods are not strictly the designation for Dao Barbarian Mountain and the likes!

After Dao Barbarian Mountain’s enlightenment, he established the Ancient Barbarian Realm, proclaiming himself the First-Generation Barbarian God of the Ancient Barbarian Realm; yet even prior to Dao Barbarian Mountain’s enlightenment, the world had other Barbarian Gods.

The Northern Barbarians Kingdom has Barbarian Gods presiding, other Barbarian Clans in the Real Realms also possess their own Barbarian Gods, their own Barbarian Gods’ law.

Stone Ghost True Person certainly does not know Ning Fan is also a Barbarian God, nor does he know Ning Fan possesses Barbarian Cultivation. In his eyes, Ning Fan is Lu Bei, his chess-obsessed friend with life-and-death friendship.

Thus, to help his friend successfully apply the Barbarian God Blessing, Stone Ghost True Person went to great lengths, collecting numerous Barbarian Clan Magic Artifacts.

These Magic Artifacts, Ning Fan naturally had no use for.

According to [Barbarian God Sacrificial Scripture], when using Barbarian God Blessing, the better the Spirit Vein in the location, the more pronounced the effect—this is precisely why Ning Fan specifically came to the Snow God Temple.

Then, bathing, burning incense, lighting fire!

Ning Fan in the Spirit Room set up seventeen pyres, each ignited; those pyres arranged according to the specific positions of the Barbarian God Sacrificial Rites, numerically corresponding to the Nine Mountains and Eight Seas.

Ning Fan stood among the seventeen pyres, if those pyres are the Nine Mountains and Eight Seas of the Barbarian God, then where he stood was One Realm, and he was the sole deity in One Realm!

"This is what the feeling of performing the Barbarian God Sacrificial Rite is like..." Ning Fan reflected, comprehending everything about the surroundings, absorbing everything around.

With his Barbarian God status, there was actually no need to follow the ordinary Plucks’ procedure, yet he insisted on doing so, to personally feel the deep meaning behind the sacrificial rite.

After lighting the fire, it’s the dance ritual.

The dancer must wear the Barbarian God Mask and dance holding the Barbarian God Big Shield.

The Barbarian God Mask, Ning Fan did not have, but fortunately, Stone Ghost True Person gave him one.

However, when Ning Fan wore this mask, he felt a sense of dissonance and imperfection. This was a mask for common Pluck, obtained through great effort by Stone Ghost True Person, yet it was not truly for the Barbarian God, merely named so.

Its name did not match its reality!

Thus, Ning Fan put down this Pluck mask and instead summoned his own Ghost Eye Clan mask; his black hair instantly transformed into threatening silver hair!

He is the Barbarian God, and the mask he wears is the true Barbarian God Mask, far surpassing any imitation in the world!

As for the ancient shield of Pluck collected by Stone Ghost True Person, Ning Fan also planned not to use it.

That too was not the true Barbarian God Shield.

There has only ever been one Barbarian God Shield recognized by Ning Fan, and a fragment of that shield has already fused into his being, and it guards his existence.

In the past, he didn’t understand why the God-Extinguishing Shield had to be integrated into his existence, but now, he gradually understands some of it.

When a Master’s cultivation level reaches a certain height, the physical defense, Spirit, and even the souls may have a chance of resurrection, yet existence itself is the most important and fragile, least tolerable of calculation and harm...

"The God-Extinguishing Shield still guards me to this day, at a level and dimension I cannot fully comprehend, silently watching over me..."

Ning Fan thought, and the shadow of the God-Extinguishing Shield materialized with his thought.

His attire also changed with his thoughts, no longer his usual dress, but instead wearing only a fierce beast’s skirt wrapped around his waist, bare to the chest, bare to the feet, as he danced an ancient ritual dance in the fire.

At this moment, the mountains were responding, and the sea was calling out!

Ning Fan could hear countless ancient voices between the mountains and the sea singing along with his ritual dance, but those voices were not truly from the mountains and the sea, but rather remnants of dead Stone Warriors echoing Ning Fan’s divine summons!

The endless breath of mountains and seas gathered upon Ning Fan, fluctuating between clarity and turbidity, as if Hundun shrouded his body!

When these mountain and sea breaths were clear, they seemed capable of purging all evil and filth in the world; when turbid, they seemed capable of polluting and cursing everything in the world.

The two exist simultaneously, opposing yet interlinked, perfectly coexisting, resembling the nature of the Dao itself.

If the Barbaric God Blessing Art is used individually to harm, curse, or seize others, this art is only formidable below the Saint ranking and not enough to threaten a true Saint.

But if this art intertwines fortune with misfortune, Yin with Yang, then it can be effective against Saints!

"Such a dangerous aura! An ordinary Pluck performing this art could never wield such power!" The Ant Lord sensed an unprecedented danger from Ning Fan’s Divine Skills aura.

She was parasitic in Ning Fan’s divine sense, akin to filth.

Ordinary means could not eliminate her, simply because she was already bound to Ning Fan’s life and death; however, the Barbaric God Blessing Art Ning Fan was now employing gave the Ant Lord a sense of great danger.

This was enough to indicate that once this art unfolded, there was a significant possibility of breaking her perfect coexistence.

Could this youngster have learned this art just to exorcise me as his first act? she mused.

What to do with such unprecedented insecurity!

"He is the true Barbarian God and also wields Heaven-Opening Grade Barbarian Clan Magic Artifacts! Even if the Northern Barbarians Kingdom’s Barbarian God performed this art, it wouldn’t possess such power, because ordinary Barbarian Gods are unworthy of such artifacts!" Duowen analyzed, his expression both shocked and worried.

A feeling that Ning Fan wanted to do something defiant of the heavens again, an inexplicable worry about how to solve it?

This youngster had just nearly destroyed the Saint Heir Trial due to capturing a Saint; now, he performed the Barbarian God Ritual with the God-Extinguishing Shield to dispel the ominous aura of the Human Bone Chess...

Alas, hopefully, this won’t exceed the Trial World’s Cosmic Laws, otherwise...

...

"Reckless! This boy is simply reckless! Can’t he settle down for a moment?" In the depths of wind and snow, atop the mountains, a certain Roasted Chestnut Elder sensed what Ning Fan was about to do, and his face suddenly changed.

Evidently, Ning Fan’s current actions once again exceeded the Cosmic Laws.

If not stopped, the Saint Heir Trial is bound to collapse once again! Troublesome boy!

Can’t he just complete the tasks like everyone else step by step! Must he create trouble all day long? How does this way of doing things resemble Purple Dou in any way!

"So how to deal with the impending second collapse..." The Roasted Chestnut Elder narrowed his eyes dangerously.

He is Zi Wei, yet not Zi Wei; when a problem arises, his approach differs from Zi Wei.

Zi Wei accustomed to making the best choices immediately when a problem arises to avoid misfortune.

He, however, is accustomed to directly eliminating the person causing the problem once it arises, rather than fretting over how to solve the problem!

But, this time he couldn’t do that.

He could kill everyone in the world, but he could not kill any of the Purple Dou descendants!

"Purple Dou can let go of hatred and give Zi Wei descendants a place to reside; if I were to strike against Purple Dou descendants, it would mean admitting my lack of magnanimity compared to him, conceding, acknowledging inferiority!"

"In that small Boundary River, it isn’t the Zi Wei descendants who are sealed, but a challenge book cast by Purple Dou across the Long River of time!"

"How light is life and death, how heavy is victory and defeat! In my lifetime, I will never concede to anyone! Even Purple Dou can’t make me concede!"

With this thought, the Roasted Chestnut Elder huffed coldly, flicking his fingers to release countless purple-tinged red stars, directly triggering Heavenly Dao operation, thereby altering Heavenly Dao content... considered an early update to the Saint Heir Trial’s Cosmic Laws.

I can’t resolve the person causing the problem, so I can at least apply an update patch in advance, but still, it’s frustrating, both angry and envious.

Where did Purple Dou even find such a troublemaking, capable disciple...

Why can’t I find one!

...

At the same time, inside the Dao Fruit Conference at North Pole Mountain.

The Northern Barbarian God stood dressed in red, her face covered with a red veil, standing in the wind and snow. She wrapped herself in a red cloak, seemingly not wanting any piece of wind or snow to touch her skin.

The Northern Barbarians Kingdom is a snowy country, and she is the Snow God of this snowy country.

Yet ironically, she doesn’t like snow, nor does she dislike it, she simply holds no expectations for the snow.

More than snow, she seemed to anticipate something else, but exactly what, she has already forgotten.

She seemed to have once awaited something, but she has long forgotten what she was waiting for, as this life is already the forty-second cycle of her reincarnation.

Every self" severing a life, she loses something. It might be memory, it might be emotion, it might be methods, or it could be something else...

She lost a lot, yet cannot remember exactly what she has lost.

This is a great sorrow, but her heart cannot feel what sorrow truly is.

Because inside her chest, there’s only emptiness; she doesn’t have a heart. Perhaps she already lost it long ago during some lifetime when she chose to sever herself.

Behind her, several Northern Barbarian Divine Generals kneeled in the snow, reporting to the Northern Barbarian God the noteworthy events in the Northern Barbarians Kingdom of late.

"Lord Lan still cannot be reached, perhaps delayed by some important matter..." Xuanji God General knelt in front of the other gods, his gaze fervent and humble, looking up at the back of the Northern Barbarian God.

That silhouette is his lifetime faith! He is willing to sacrifice everything, only hoping to exchange it for a smile from the Northern Barbarian God.

Yet he also knows that this is merely a wishful thought in his heart. Not to mention that the Northern Barbarian God is entirely unmoved, disdaining to even look at him; even if willing to glance a few times, it’s certainly impossible to smile at him.

He has never seen the Northern Barbarian God smile.

Even when the Northern Barbarian God was playing her favorite game, he hasn’t seen it.

This makes him doubt whether in this world, anyone can make the stone-cold heart of the Northern Barbarian God smile.

"Put away your delusions. I can pretend this never happened, otherwise, you could choose to become an eternally unmelting piece of snow over the Northern Barbarian Kingdom." It was at this moment that the Northern Barbarian God’s cold words came forth, shattering all of Xuanji God General’s delusions, and in the snowy weather, cold sweat drenched his entire body.

"A thousand deaths wouldn’t suffice! Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

"This cannot happen again." The response remained cold and indifferent from the Northern Barbarian God.

This was not forgiveness, but rather... indifference.

In truth, she doesn’t care about others harboring delusions about her. Yet, she also dislikes others holding improper thoughts about her.

This is quite contradictory.

I clearly don’t dislike it, yet still... don’t like it?

Why exactly is this...

The Northern Barbarian God lifted her jade neck, her beautiful eyes gazing at the endless falling snow in the sky.

With her calculation ability, she could determine the number of snowflakes in the sky within a moment, and even predict the total snowfall for the coming hundred years.

Yet there are still things she cannot calculate or understand.

Human matters are truly complex, and the human heart even more so.

If all matters of the world were predestined on a chessboard, perhaps there wouldn’t be these disturbances...

"Should I send someone to search for Lord Lan again?" Xuanji God General cautiously asked.

"No need. Lan not coming isn’t due to being delayed by important matters but because of other reasons. I can’t calculate the specific reason, but not being able to calculate it in itself already indicates a problem. Perhaps a Reverse Saint intervened..." The Northern Barbarian God said indifferently.

"What! Has another Reverse Saint intervened in our Northern Barbarians’ tribulation yet again! These Reverse Saints truly deserve..." Xuanji God General cursed in anger.

He wanted to curse that the Reverse Saint should die, but was unable to utter it. In this unspeakable world, he cannot act freely as he wishes.

"Watch your words. You have recently been frequently plagued by delusions, it is a sign of impending tribulation. Beware that someone might be secretly using deceptive means to lead you into the calamity. Before the Infinite Tribulation, those below the Saint will face death if they enter it; even the Saints dare not appear openly at this time, fearing unnecessary wear."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reminder. I will definitely be extra cautious!" Xuanji God General expressed his gratitude.

"Then it’s settled. Anything else to report?" Northern Barbarian God.

"Other matters aren’t urgent, so we have all written them down in the memorials." The gods respectfully replied.

"Since there’s nothing more, then... Oh right." The Northern Barbarian God was prepared to dismiss the generals when suddenly remembered something, and thus shifted her tone.

"Has the cause of the early appearance of Clear Snow Day a few days ago been identified?" The Northern Barbarian God didn’t know why she would care about such a trivial matter as the early arrival of a clear snow day.

She had indeed calculated its fortune, nothing ominous nor auspicious, unrelated to the fate of the Northern Barbarians Kingdom.

But for some reason, she still cared about the matter, as if deep in the emptiness of her heart, some inexplicable emotion was anticipating something.

"Forgive us, Your Majesty!" The gods apologized one after another, clearly unable to find anything.

They did not believe that a mere weather change has any profound significance.

"No cause, huh..." The Northern Barbarian God sighed softly, then froze, unsure why she made such a sigh.

What exactly is she anticipating.

Her past and future, clearly has nothing, nothing has ever appeared indeed.

She finally sent off the gods, standing solitary in the wind and snow, seemingly merging completely with the solitary wind and snow, gradually becoming indistinct.

It was at this moment that the Northern Barbarian God’s eyes suddenly changed.

She seemed to sense something incomprehensible.

"There is another barbarian god, appearing at the Snow God Temple. I should not have met this person, yet why, do I feel such a familiar sensation..."

"Where is Xuanji!"

"Underling Xuanji, willing to risk everything for Your Majesty!"

"No need to risk it all. Just go to the Snow God Temple and invite a guest over. He might be named Lu Bei..." Perhaps not Lu Bei, but the true fact, the Northern Barbarian God cannot discern.

Only amidst the broken images derived from calculations, she saw... A butterfly fluttering into the raging fire, regardless of all, sacrificing everything, yet still turning into ashes bit by bit.

And it was the first time she felt slightly irritated and a bit fearful because of failing to calculate something.

As if the burning fire wasn’t just scorching a mere butterfly, but was searing her empty heart!

This image, its meaning is unclear!

But... if she truly encounters a scene in her future where a butterfly is burned by fire, she must save that butterfly!

"Lu Bei? This name seems familiar, perhaps it’s him? No, surely just someone with the same name."

Xuanji God General was stunned when hearing this, but instantly recalled the past event of visiting friends at the Nanliang Chess Institute.

There, he also met a genius chessmaster Lu Bei... But, it should not be the same person.

No matter how talented, he’s merely an ant, a grain of dust, utterly unworthy of being invited by Barbarian God My Lord!

"Understood! I will immediately invite this person back!"

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