"My name is Evan Yang," Evan introduced himself proactively.
"I—" The Spirit-Plume Wanderer hesitated, unsure what to say. Evan smiled, "You've already introduced yourself, back in that other space."
"I offended you back then. I truly feel sorry about it." Spirit-Plume hadn't expected to be in this situation. Seeing Evan and Situ Lana so friendly, she dropped her stubbornness and spoke humbly.
Evan smiled, "Let's not dwell on the past. Let's talk about the current situation."
As for the current situation: there are twenty-six humans here, six powerful snow beasts, and countless other snow beasts. Spirit-Plume recounted everything inside to Evan.
What surprised Evan most was that his master's wife was also here. No wonder he couldn't find her outside—he'd only identified Situ Lana's location by her voice, and since his master's wife hadn't spoken, he couldn't pinpoint her.
After Spirit-Plume's explanation, Evan had a question: Spirit-Plume ranks among the leaders in Northsource, so why is her cultivation only at mid-stage Spirit-Wandering?
Actually, Evan had no idea that Spirit-Plume's cultivation method was unusual—her clone is only mid-stage Spirit-Wandering, but her true body has already reached Great-Perfection Spirit-Wandering.
This time, only her clone had come. But Evan wouldn't ask about it directly, so as not to embarrass her.
"Let's go, let's gather everyone together." Evan prepared to rally the group.
Gather everyone? Is it really that easy? Powerful snow beasts kept appearing nearby, but Evan dealt with them effortlessly. Situ Lana and her companion watched in shock, and even the others started to be drawn in, curiously approaching and asking Spirit-Plume what was going on.
Soon, Evan's reputation spread among them. He appeared to be late-stage Spirit-Wandering, but his explosive strength was so great that even those at Great-Perfection Spirit-Wandering admitted they couldn't match him.
Everyone kept asking Evan how he did it. Evan just smiled, "My cultivation method is special." Then he continued rallying everyone.
Using the sounds of battle to locate the humans, Evan soon saw his master's wife. Her surprise at seeing Evan was no less than anyone else's.
"How did you get here?" she asked, her voice full of astonishment.
"I just arrived," Evan replied with a smile. Spirit-Plume and the others were curious—how did Evan know someone from this sect?
This sect was remarkable—almost everyone was a Spirit-Wandering master.
The sect master had already reached Great-Perfection Spirit-Wandering. What puzzled Evan most was that everyone else had come as clones, but she was her true body. Evan had never seen her clone before.
"It's too dangerous here. How can you be so reckless?" she said, worried for Evan's safety.
Even though Evan had reached late-stage Spirit-Wandering, her words made him happy—someone still cared about his safety here.
"I'm fine. See, I'm perfectly okay now," Evan said with a smile.
The people behind Evan greeted his master's wife. Some clever observers assumed Evan was from her sect, so someone commented, "Your sect really is full of experts. Today has been eye-opening."
Evan's master's wife was confused, not knowing what was going on. Evan didn't explain, but said, "Let's go, let's see those six."
Those six, of course, referred to the six snow beasts. She, at Great-Perfection level, could have easily killed them, but she held back to protect the surrounding Spirit-Wandering experts.
Not only that, Evan also found that his master's wife happened to encounter the Three Snow Eccentrics nearby.
When the Three Snow Eccentrics saw Evan, their eyes lit up—they wanted to capture him, but were stopped by the crowd.
Suddenly, so many people were protecting Evan that the three were stunned—when did Evan get so many friends?
Evan wasn't afraid of these three; with his current strength, he could easily shake them off—but in the Ice Palace, he had more important things to do.
Soon, everyone gathered together and charged forward. With Evan joining, things became much easier. What was once scattered was now united, forming a breakthrough group, and any snow beasts that appeared were dealt with one by one.
Evan had multiple strands of divine sense, making it easy to determine the direction of incoming snow beasts. Whenever they emerged from the mist and entered his range, Evan could notify everyone. This special ability made everyone curious how Evan could monitor so many directions at once. Not only that, Evan's explosive power shocked his master's wife and the three eccentrics.
"When did he become so terrifying?" the three eccentrics wondered, debating whether to keep trying to capture Evan.
Evan had no idea what the three were thinking, but he kept several strands of divine sense locked onto them, just in case they tried to ambush or mess with him.
The three did want to ambush Evan, but seeing so many people focused on him—and with the situation unresolved—they realized capturing Evan wouldn't let them escape. They gave up for now, planning to try again after leaving.
So, as they moved forward, the three didn't act against Evan, and Evan leisurely followed the group to the six snow beasts.
The six snow beasts frowned when they saw the group charging over.
"Should we deal with these people first?" one snow beast suggested.
"They only have two at Great-Perfection Spirit-Wandering—can they really take on all six of us?" another snow beast seemed to disagree.
The six snow beasts discussed among themselves, while Evan and his group watched, shocked by their extraordinary strength. In theory, none of the humans could beat them, especially with more snow beasts still appearing.
So, the twenty-seven kept fighting while also keeping an eye on the box and the six snow beasts.
"All the power from the corpse has gone into that box?" one of the Three Snow Eccentrics exclaimed.
"Mm." One of them nodded.
Evan sent a strand of divine sense over and found that the box blocked divine sense—within a foot of the box, it was impossible to see through it.
"Strange, what's inside this box that makes these powerful snow beasts so wary?" Evan wondered to himself.
So, the twenty-seven formed up, weaker ones in the middle, stronger ones outside. When tired, they'd swap. All they hoped was for the snow beasts to stop coming so they could finally face the six snow beasts for a real match.
But the snow beasts kept coming—strong ones, weak ones, all kinds.
It was like the snow beasts were piling up, refusing to retreat until they'd killed everyone.
The six snow beasts felt bad watching this—after all these days, they'd lost many soldiers and warriors. That's why you rarely saw snow beasts outside; they'd all gone to a secret place, and that place led to the Ice Palace.
"Are those six still fighting? Maybe I should try to snatch it." Evan was resting in the middle, but his mind was on the box.
Evan was confident he could escape the range of Great-Perfection Spirit-Wandering experts, so after calculating his path, he waited for the right moment and slowly moved closer to the six snow beasts.
The six snow beasts were guarding against each other and watching the people outside, not noticing Evan had set his sights on the box.
So when Evan suddenly appeared in front of the box, the six snow beasts instantly became alert and, without thinking, launched their attacks.
Could Evan withstand the combined attack of six experts? Of course not. He quickly grabbed the box and vanished before their eyes.
Vanished? Impossible. The six snow beasts were shocked—no one had ever managed to snatch something right in front of the biggest snow beasts and disappear.
As soon as Evan acted, everyone noticed, thinking he was reckless. When Evan vanished in front of the snow beasts, everyone was stunned.
Suddenly, everyone noticed a new highlight on the corpse—a tower had appeared and was moving.
The six snow beasts saw it and concluded Evan was hiding inside, so they began attacking the tower frantically.
The Sky-Piercing Tower wasn't afraid of spatial cracks—could the snow beasts' attacks do anything? Of course not. They could only watch as Evan moved the tower.
Evan was inside the tower, calculating how to escape.
But the snow beasts wouldn't let him escape—they kept attacking.
This attack caused a problem—not all attacks hit the tower; some struck the corpse. The corpse shattered, and the spot where it lay in the Ice Palace began to sink.
Sinking? Then everyone felt the Ice Palace shaking.
A mechanism? That was everyone's first thought—even the six snow beasts were shocked. They hadn't expected a mechanism under the corpse. The corpse sank instantly, and Evan's tower went down with it. When the six snow beasts tried to stop the tower, it was too late—the mechanism had closed.
No matter how the six snow beasts attacked, they couldn't open it.
In the end, the six snow beasts vented their anger on the remaining twenty-six, but the humans weren't easy targets. Knowing the beasts were angry, they banded together to fight and prayed for reinforcements.
Evan had no idea his actions put the twenty-six in greater danger. The six snow beasts roared at them, even demanding to know who took the box, as if interrogating them.
No matter how the six snow beasts questioned, Evan wouldn't appear—he didn't know where he was, only that the tower kept falling. Even if he wanted to leave, he couldn't; the passage was too narrow, barely enough for half a person.
He could only keep falling, hoping to find an exit.
In a dark place where divine sense couldn't reach, Evan could only keep trying. Holding the box he had just grabbed, he split a strand of divine sense to track the tower's descent, but his mind returned to the box.