"Clan Leader, think twice before you act!"
Seeing the burly silhouette in the middle preparing to charge into the abyss, the other two silhouettes also voiced their dissuasion.
"Our Icefield’s resources have been depleted, and further developnt has reached its limit. To break this deadlock, we must bring back the Holy dicine from the Sacred dicine Garden to help the Saint Ancestor extend his life."
"Once the Saint Ancestor passes, the four nearby Demon Realms will certainly seize the opportunity to engulf and divide our Icefield."
"All the four Demon Generals and the three Demon Marshals we sent out have disappeared, and we have no one left to use. I must go personally."
The leading burly silhouette spoke in a deep voice.
"Clan Leader, let go."
"Yes, Clan Leader, let and ’Xiu Min’ go on this journey together. You are now the backbone of the Icefield, the mainstay. If anything happens to you, the Icefield Demon Realm will be in grave danger."
The other two silhouettes offered their persuasion.
"No."
"This journey is too dangerous. You two are not strong enough; just stay in the Icefield to hold the fort."
"If I personally go, there’s still a slight chance of success."
"If I do not return, you two take over the Icefield, and then seal off the Demon Realm. Make sure not to let news of my departure from the Icefield leak out."
The leading burly silhouette instructed word by word.
"I recently received news that the Sorlo Demon Realm brought back a Divine dicine from the Sacred dicine Garden, and the old Demon there enhanced his power significantly by refining it."
"This proves that the Sacred dicine Garden truly exists and that it’s possible to bring back Divine dicine, so... I must take this gamble."
"Alright, don’t try to persuade anymore."
"My decision is made. You stay and guard the Icefield and do not act rashly!"
With that said, the burly silhouette turned into a beam of pitch-black Immortal Light and dived into an abyss in the void.
As the Lord of the Icefield Demon Realm, he must personally go to secure a future for the Icefield Demon Realm at this mont!
.....
After the Lord of the Icefield entered the abyss, he traveled to so high-level space-ti.
Regarding that high-level space-ti, he didn’t know where it was; he only knew that in that high-level space-ti, there was a Divine dicine Garden, and countless Divine dicine grew in the Sacred dicine Garden.
He didn’t know how many space-tis he traversed or for how long.
Finally, he felt as if he had plunged directly into so "earth."
The next second, he crawled out of a small hole in the ground.
He looked down at himself and found that he had turned into a weasel. Its fur was black and very small in size, even shorter than the surrounding herbs.
He looked up and found that he had arrived at a dicine garden.
The rich Power of Immortal Charm poured into his nasal cavity, directly flooding his crown chakra.
Looking around, it was filled with various Great dicines, brimming with Immortal Charm, dazzling him completely.
Various top-tier Divine dicines he had never seen were everywhere here!
As the Lord of the Icefield Demon Realm, he had seen all kinds of treasures and Great dicines, but upon arriving here, he realized he was like a country bumpkin entering the city!
It seems, the Sacred dicine Garden truly exists!
He also realized that this Sacred dicine Garden possessed an extrely supre rule that compressed him into a weasel, unable to reveal his true form. It seed... the space within which this Sacred dicine Garden existed was very high-level!
He had co to the right place!
He did not have ti to think, starting to weave through the dicine garden, plucking dicines madly as he went!
However, these Great dicines were very solid; he had to lie flat on them with his entire body and use the weight of his body to pry them down, much like a monkey breaking corn. It looked very ridiculous, but he couldn’t care less.
After using every ounce of his strength, he finally successfully plucked a Holy dicine Fruit and stuffed it directly into his cheek.
Then, he continued to move through, and in no ti, his cheek was bulging; he had already picked four pieces of Holy dicine Fruit of unknown species, reaping a bountiful harvest.
Taking these back not only could help extend the Saint Ancestor’s life but also greatly enhance himself and his second and third brothers!
At this ti, he arrived under a big tree, looked up and saw multicolored fruits growing on this tree, each surrounded by Dao Charm and Spirit Charm!
He was stunned.
What species of Divine Fruit is this?!
If he could pick one of these Divine Fruits and take it back for the Saint Ancestor to refine, the Icefield Demon Realm would rise completely!
Just as he was about to jump onto the tree.
A towering figure, without him knowing when it appeared, stood in front of him.
This was a brown bear several heads taller than himself, wearing armor made of trees, holding a trident made from a tree branch, standing in front of him like a War God.
Upon seeing this brown bear, the Icefield Demon Lord only felt as if all the blood in his body was about to freeze. So strong!
Strong enough that just a single glance almost made his blood flow in reverse.
His first reaction was to flee!
Just as he turned, his tail felt a sharp pain, and turning his head, he saw the brown bear’s trident piercing through his tail, pinning him to the spot.
At this mont, he understood why none of the Demon Generals and Demon Marshals he had sent out had returned.
It turned out that such a powerful creature was actually guarding this Sacred dicine Garden.
The rules here suppressed him, yet this brown bear, under such strong rule suppression, could still exert such powerful strength, which indicated... just how powerful this brown bear’s true form was!
At the brink of life and death, he prepared to break his tail to escape; the most important thing now was that as long as he survived to leave, he would succeed.
The next second, he was directly lifted by one hand by this brown bear.
His stature, in front of this brown bear, was simply a toy.
The brown bear slapped directly across the Lord of the Icefield’s face, and the four Spirit Fruits just stashed in his mouth all spilled out.
"Little guy, you’ve got quite the nerve."
The brown bear squinted at the weasel he was holding and said with a cold smile.
Just like that, the Icefield Demon Lord, suppressed into a small weasel, was carried by Little Brown Bear with one hand and brought into a huge dark iron cage.
Opening the iron cage, he was tossed in like trash.
This iron cage, modified by Su Mu, was five ters long and two ters high, housing thousands of "thieves" without the slightest crowding.
After being thrown into the big iron cage, the heart of the Icefield Demon Lord sank to rock bottom, clutching the bars of the cage firmly, finding that no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t budge an inch.
He, the dignified Lord of the Icefield, a supre existence under one person and above thousands, was currently being confined like livestock.
How could he endure this humiliation?
He contorted his face, frantically twisting the iron bars, all in vain.
"Stop struggling."
At this ti, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and the Icefield Demon Lord paused, stiffly turning around.
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