Chapter 81: The Fragment of the Primordial World

Chen Changsheng spoke up, “Your Majesty, just now you said you married into the Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation mainly to keep watch over the Demon Emperor’s tomb deep in the Ten-Thousand Mountains. So, you’re not actually from the Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation?”

“No,” the Holy Empress shook her head.

Donggong Qianxue interjected, “My mother comes from the Sacred Domain’s demon clan.”

“What, so the Holy Empress originally hails from the Sacred Domain?” Chen Changsheng was stunned, then continued, “But that can’t be right. Didn’t you say before that only one person from each of the Sacred Nations in the east, south, west, and north is qualified to enter the Sacred Domain? If your family is there, shouldn’t you be able to come and go freely?”

“No,” the Holy Empress replied with a bitter smile, shaking her head. “Ever since I left the Sacred Domain and married into the Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation, the Sacred Domain severed all ties between us. I can no longer return.”

Chen Changsheng furrowed his brow, “What if something happens at the Demon Emperor’s tomb? What then?”

The Holy Empress took out a thin jade slip and said, “This jade slip holds a fragment of my divine will. If something goes wrong at the Demon Emperor’s tomb, I will shatter it. Then, the Demon Clan’s Great Sage in the Sacred Domain will immediately emerge and put down the resurrected Demon Emperor once more.”

So that’s how it works.

Chen Changsheng understood.

Two days later.

Their flying vessel entered the territory of the Thousand Absolutes Sacred Nation.

Only then did Chen Changsheng and his daughter realize that the Thousand Absolutes Sacred Nation was a realm of snow.

The sudden drop in temperature made the accompanying experts from the Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation shiver violently.

Cold!

Truly freezing!

Even Donggong Fu, the Holy Empress, and Donggong Qianxue hurriedly summoned their internal mystical energies to ward off the chill.

“Wow, Daddy, this place is so beautiful! What are those white things?” Chen Die’er exclaimed, her face aglow with delight, and curiously asked Chen Changsheng.

“Die’er, that’s snow.”

“Daddy, what turns into snow?”

“It’s the moisture in the air,” Chen Changsheng explained patiently. “When the moisture encounters cold air, it condenses into snow and falls to the ground.”

“Daddy, why is snow white?”

Chen Changsheng paused, “Die’er, you still haven’t changed your habit of always asking why.”

Chen Die’er was taken aback and quickly replied, “Daddy, I’ll try to change.”

But after a short while, Chen Die’er asked again, full of curiosity, “Daddy, why doesn’t the Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation have this white snow?”

“Because the climate there isn’t as cold as the Thousand Absolutes Sacred Nation.”

“Daddy, why isn’t the climate of the Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation as cold as here?”

“It’s because of the geography.”

“…”

“…”

Donggong Fu, the Holy Empress, Donggong Qianxue, and the experts from the Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation all watched Chen Changsheng and his daughter in astonishment.

The Thousand Absolutes Sacred Nation was a land of snow, its climate brutally cold.

Yet this father and daughter seemed utterly unaffected.

It was understandable that Chen Changsheng, an otherworldly sage, felt nothing, but even his precious daughter showed no sign of discomfort in the freezing climate.

“Zzz…”

Those present secretly drew a breath of icy air, their eyes growing strange as they looked at Chen Die’er.

Was this really an ordinary girl?

She was terrifying!

In front of her, they were like ants!

This exquisitely carved little girl, if she wanted to kill them, it would probably be no harder than drinking water!

…

The venue for the Banquet of Elegance.

It was a massive round battle platform.

The platform was made of unmelting mystical ice, incredibly sturdy—even a peak cultivator at the extreme realm would struggle to destroy it.

Surrounding the mystical ice platform were tiers of icy steps.

The whole platform resembled a colosseum.

Around its periphery stood thirty-six palaces built of unmelting mystical ice. In the sunlight, they shimmered and shone, like a dazzling world from a fairy tale.

Each palace had a plaque at its entrance, inscribed with the names of the thirty-six Sacred Nations.

Thousand Absolutes Sacred Nation Hall, Shura Sacred Nation Hall, Baidan Sacred Nation Hall, Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation Hall…

Clearly, these thirty-six mystical ice palaces were temporary residences for the representatives of the thirty-six Sacred Nations of the Eastern Domain.

There were no guides present; after arriving, the representatives of each Sacred Nation found their own palace.

Chen Changsheng and his daughter, along with Donggong Fu, the Holy Empress, Donggong Qianxue, and the others from the Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation, entered their palace and settled in temporarily.

Overhead, luxurious flying vessels continuously converged from all directions, landing upon the ground.

Princes and princesses of the Sacred Nations, surrounded by their retinues, stepped out, each exuding an air of utmost nobility.

Besides these vessels carrying the thirty-six Sacred Nation representatives, there were many others belonging to spectators.

For all the domains of the Snow Song Realm—east, south, west, and north—this Banquet of Elegance was the grandest occasion.

Inside the Spring and Autumn Sacred Nation Hall, Chen Changsheng and his daughter were assigned a separate room.

The Blood Demon Ancestor transformed into a wisp of black smoke and floated out from Die’er’s necklace.

“Old man, I didn’t let you out—why did you come out on your own?” Die’er blinked at him, “Don’t want to eat leftovers anymore?”

“No, that’s not it,” the Blood Demon Ancestor was startled and hastily replied, “Little Mistress, now that we’re in the Thousand Absolutes Sacred Nation, let me get some fresh air. Besides, all the top figures from the thirty-six Sacred Nations of the Eastern Domain are gathered here—I want to see them too.”

“Oh, all right,” Die’er nodded her little head.

“Old Demon, since you even remember that the Eastern Emperor Bell is the treasure of the Demon Clan’s Great Sage, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, does that mean your memory has mostly recovered?” Chen Changsheng frowned slightly and asked.

“Not really,” the Blood Demon Ancestor shook his head. “Only about a fifth has returned. I’m still far from fully recovered.”

“Can you recall why, back in the Realm of the Gods, Tianwu sealed your memory and sent you through the Portal of the Void into this Snow Song Realm?” Chen Changsheng pressed.

“I don’t remember,” said the Blood Demon Ancestor. “But one thing is certain—Tianwu must know what exists in this Snow Song Realm. She would never send me here for no reason.”

Looking at the Blood Demon Ancestor, Chen Changsheng suddenly felt this old demon was a tragic figure—sent inexplicably to the Snow Song Realm by Tianwu of the Realm of the Gods, without even knowing what had happened.

It was as if he’d slept and woken up in some godforsaken place, cursing the heavens.

“Young Master Chen, I suddenly have a bold hypothesis—this Snow Song Realm is a fragment of the Primeval World,” the Blood Demon Ancestor’s eyes blazed as he spoke to Chen Changsheng.