Chapter 1: Sky Burial Killing Technique (Part 2)

Guo Shier and the other two immediately folded up their altars and flew up to Li Ran’s altar. The three sat cross-legged, and Guo Shier asked, “Brother Li Ran, what do you plan to do?”
Li Ran smiled slightly and said, “Since these snow sculptures have messed with us, let’s keep them forever.” His altar suddenly expanded, turning into a giant tower in the air. He said calmly, “Sky Burial!”
A strong sense of unease surged in Guo Shier’s heart as he muttered, “Sky Burial? What the hell is that?”
Each layer of the altar emitted ripples that spread outward rapidly. Any snow sculpture hit by these ripples turned into blood mist without exception. Nine waves in a row, like shockwaves from explosions, reduced everything to powder. Guo Shier’s eyes were wide open—this Sky Burial technique was no less powerful than Qi Wu Zhen’s Fire Sacrifice.
The professionals in the distance fled desperately. They had already realized something was wrong after Li Ran activated his altar. The sense of danger was terrifying, forcing them to teleport away without hesitation. No one dared stay, unless they were trapped by the snow sculptures.
Those unlucky individuals turned into blood mist like the snow sculptures, and even their altars were shattered, leaving almost no trace.
With a casual gesture, Li Ran sent countless Soul Bead into his altar. With just one move of Sky Burial, he wiped out the entire group of sculptures. The Abnormal Snow Dragon on the ground was also dying. Though strong enough to withstand the nine waves, it was now on the verge of death.
At least a dozen professionals died under those waves. Only then did Guo Shier understand why Li Ran had them sit on the altar—otherwise, they might have been accidentally killed.
Li Ran reached out and grabbed the soul from the dying Abnormal Snow Dragon. He said, “Divide this Snow Dragon among yourselves. Its skin is excellent, with natural cold energy.”
Guo Shier rejoiced, “Let’s go split up the Snow Dragon.” The three flew down from the altar and landed on the dragon’s back.
It was only then that the fleeing professionals realized what had happened. They were furious, but when they saw the altar as tall as a tower, they were utterly terrified. This was a master who surpassed even the nine-layer altars—someone who could kill hundreds of professionals with a single gesture. No one dared confront him.

These professionals wandered around the periphery for a while before leaving reluctantly. Soon, word spread that there was a super-skilled expert in the Great Abyss Pool, making all professionals more cautious. Mutated beasts were not scary; it was the professionals who were terrifying—this was something everyone understood.

Guo Shier didn’t pay any more attention to the periphery. His focus was entirely on the dead Great Snow Dragon. This creature was similar to the Abnormal Earth Dragon he had seen before, only longer in body. It was clear that it would likely advance in level soon.

Over 1,800 meters long from head to tail, its entire body was covered in white scales that emitted a faint silver glow with natural talismanic light. Its originally crimson eyes were now dull and lifeless, and its huge head hung limply.

The snow on the ground was stained with blood, and the entire foot of the mountain had turned into a slaughterhouse. As the cold wind blew, countless feathered plumes fluttered in the air. This was a battle of extermination. Li Ran had destroyed an entire large group of Snow Sculptors with just one move—Sky Burial. Its power was almost unimaginable. According to Guo Shier’s understanding, this move was comparable to Qi Wuzhen’s Fire Sacrifice.

Recalling that strike, Guo Shier still felt shaken. He didn’t understand why the shockwave it generated was so powerful. Any Snow Sculptor that came into contact with it—whether an eighth-level Abnormal Snow Sculptor or a fifteenth-level one—had no resistance at all and turned into blood mist, without exception.

Only the Abnormal Great Snow Dragon was relatively strong. Although it blocked nine shockwaves, it still lost half of its life force. Li Ran easily took its soul. The more Guo Shier thought about it, the more terrified he became. He wondered that if he encountered such a terrifying attack, he might not even be able to escape.

Yang Miluo said with a smile, “Shier, stop daydreaming. How do we plan to divide this Great Snow Dragon?”

Guo Shier replied, “My talisman storage space isn’t enough to hold such a large Great Snow Dragon. We need to dissect it outside.”

Fan Zhen volunteered, “Let me do it.”

Guo Shier said, “Good. I want its tail. The tail of a Great Snow Dragon… should be enough to craft a whip. Plus some blood and its skin—nothing else is needed.”

The three of them quickly discussed how to divide the Great Snow Dragon, and Fan Zhen began dissecting it.

Looking at the feathers scattered on the ground, Guo Shier said, “Brother Li Ran, it’s a pity. So many Snow Sculptors turned into blood mist—nothing was left behind.”

Li Ran smiled and said, “I’ve obtained their souls. There’s nothing to regret. If I hadn’t used Sky Burial, I wouldn’t have been able to keep them.”

He tossed a pouch of talismans and said, “Divide them among the three of you. Hehe, sacrifices are never enough. This harvest should satisfy us.”
Guo Shier checked it and exclaimed in surprise, “Wow, Cao—three thousand Soul Pearl beads! That’s quite generous.”
Li Ran smiled and said, “It’s rare to have such a large group gathered together. Hehe, good luck.”
Guo Shier allocated two thousand beads, saying, “One thousand each for the spirit of the snow sculptures.”
Yang Miluo took them and gave one thousand to Fan Zhen Tong. The two bowed in gratitude. Li Ran said, “No need to thank me. I’ve already collected most of the Soul Pearl beads.”
At Fan Zhen Tong’s speed, it took just half an hour for the giant mutated snow dragon to disappear. Each took what they needed, and all three were satisfied.
Li Ran said, “Let’s hurry up. We’ve been delayed too long.”
The three got up and continued toward the disturbance.
Along the way, they saw more and more professionals, as well as groups of them hunting mutated beasts. Sometimes they even saw professionals fighting each other. Li Ran and the others ignored them all and flew past quickly. After flying for about half a day, the sky darkened.
Li Ran said, “Let’s find a place to rest. It shouldn’t be safe to fly at night here.”
Guo Shier looked around and said, “Over there… there’s a large rock crack.”
The four quickly landed. The crack was quite large. As soon as they landed, a mutated talisman beast rushed out of the crack. There were many mutated beasts here, scattered in almost every hidden corner.
It was a mutated pangolin, only at level six. No one knew how it got there. Yang Miluo killed it with a single slash and used his virtual talisman chain to throw the pangolin far away—they no longer needed it.
The four flew into the crack and found it to be large and dry, with only a faint foul smell, which was dispelled by the gust of wind created by Yang Miluo’s spell.
Guo Shier activated the Hidden Talisman House. It was already dark. He lit the talisman lamps inside. At that moment, a thunderclap came from outside the crack. Guo Shier asked, “Is it going to rain again?”
Li Ran replied, “It’s not surprising. The climate here changes frequently. That’s common in mountainous areas.”
A rustling sound arose. The crack led upward, so the falling ice beads hit the ground. Guo Shier looked up and said, “It’s not rain—it’s snow beads. Hehe, maybe there’ll be a heavy snowfall. Let’s go back to the talisman house.”
The four found empty rooms. Guo Shier returned to his room, set up an altar, and asked, “Old man Shuai, how was the harvest?”

The handsome old man poked his head out and said cheerfully, “Following a great master really makes a difference—there are abundant rewards. This place is indeed a treasure trove. You need to find a way to reach the seventh-tier altar as soon as possible so we can seal a small secret realm inside it. The storage space for talismans is too troublesome; it’s never enough…”

With his complaints and nagging, Guo Shier felt overwhelmed. He said, “Old man, stop complaining. A storage space that’s full is still better than an empty one, right? If it’s still not enough, just create another one!”

The handsome old man cursed, “You damn brat! Do you really treat me like a laborer… Creating a storage space requires tons of materials, not to mention time. Should I stop doing everything else just to focus on making more storage spaces?”

Guo Shier replied, “Hehe, old man, everything else can wait. Only what’s stored in the altar truly belongs to you. There’s plenty of time later. There’s only one continent like this—once you leave, you won’t be able to get that much stuff.”

Although the old man kept cursing, he still agreed with Guo Shier. If there were really so many materials everywhere but he couldn’t take them away, he probably wouldn’t be able to bear it either. Sighing, he said, “Alright, I’ll create another storage space. If it weren’t for your Ancient Ink Lotus, your altar couldn’t hold that many storage spaces. Sigh, what a miserable fate!”

Guo Shier quickly comforted him, saying, “Old man, just think—when the storage spaces are full, you’ll have everything you want. How happy would that be, right?”

Tricked by his words, the old man nodded in agreement. “That’s true. Back in my day, there weren’t so many materials. People… it’s infuriating… Ah, no—these things belong to you. What does it matter to me?”

Guo Shier smiled and said, “What’s mine is yours.”

The old man replied, “No, what’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is still yours…”

Guo Shier couldn’t help but laugh. “We’re one. Where I am, you are. Without me… you don’t exist either.”

The old man said dejectedly, “A heavy life, full of troubles, no freedom, no benefits… I’m just a miserable old man, a pitiful sacrificial spirit…”

Guo Shier was speechless for a while before saying, “Old man, thank you.” He couldn’t argue anything. The old man had managed his altar excellently, leaving him with no need to worry at all.

The old man couldn’t stand Guo Shier’s thanks. He said, “Never mind, there’s no need to thank me… Anyway, I can only follow you in this life.” He was just venting his emotions. Spending so much time in the altar, apart from dealing with various materials, he had no form of entertainment. Fortunately, he was a soul entity; otherwise, it would have been unbearable.

He listed the newly collected materials for the altar, many of which were extremely precious. The Soul Vine Wood was placed in a large Planting Seal. According to the old man, they needed to find the hidden realm as soon as possible, as this mutated Soul Vine Wood could only remain alive inside the Planting Seal and could not grow further.

The corpses of various abnormal and mutated beasts that had been captured had mostly been processed. The waste was broken down by the Jiebaina Sacrificial Treasure, freeing up considerable space in the seals.

After finishing his tasks, Guo Shier began reciting scriptures, repeating two passages back and forth, allowing his soul to continue growing.

The soul scriptures brought by Li Ran were different from his own—they represented another way of soul growth. By combining the two, his soul was growing rapidly, especially his soul power, which was surging dramatically.

Not only was Guo Shier benefiting, but the old man’s strength was also increasing sharply. At such times, the old man was the most obedient. If it weren’t for Guo Shier’s extraordinary soul scriptures, he wouldn’t have helped so wholeheartedly. Guo Shier’s growth meant his own growth.

No one came this time because neither Yang Miluo nor Fan Zhen Tong knew about Guo Shier’s ability to refine his soul. They each practiced in their own rooms. Li Ran, having obtained Guo Shier’s soul scriptures, also sat in his room practicing. Each session gave him endless confidence. He firmly believed that once he broke free from this time constraint, he would surely be able to take control of the main soul.

In the early morning, Guo Shier finally finished reciting the scriptures. With two sets of scriptures, the time he spent reciting doubled. After a night of recitation, he digested one Soul Pearl and managed to increase his soul by a tiny amount. Though this increase seemed small, over time, it would be quite significant.

Suddenly, the old man eagerly poked out half of his body and said, “Kid, you’re amazing!”

Guo Shier asked, “What’s wrong?”