Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 142 : The Immortal Ice Palace

In the far distance, the sky trembled, and fissures tore through the heavens, stretching across every corner of the world. Cracks spread like jagged veins, bleeding spiritual power into the land—a rich and potent energy that both invigorated the world and destabilized it. The dimension groaned beneath the strain, quaking as if on the brink of collapse. If this fragile pocket dimension were to shatter with the countless sects and people still within, it would swallow everything—leaving not a single soul alive to tell the tale.

The only hope was to escape. But the faces of the elders in one particular sect were ashen with dread.

Nestled within snow-capped mountains, this sect was a kingdom of ice and elegance. Every figure that walked its pristine halls was a vision of ethereal beauty, for this was the Immortal Ice Palace—a sect known for its graceful disciples, most of whom were women of unmatched allure.

The elders, clad in flowing white robes that symbolized their bond with snow and frost, stood frozen in despair. Yet their fear was not merely for the sky splitting apart above them—it was for something far worse. Their portals, the precious gateways that could lead them out of this crumbling dimension, were broken beyond repair. Every soul within this world was now trapped, imprisoned in a dying dimension that had stood for countless millennia.

No one knew how old this pocket realm truly was. Its age stretched beyond mortal understanding, predating even the oldest legends. For all their power, no cultivator had ever returned from crossing the dimensional boundary. Perhaps those who tried had perished, or perhaps this world was so insignificant to those beyond that they saw no reason to return.

"Sect Master, this is an emergency!" A middle-aged woman rushed into the grand palace, her voice strained with panic. The palace itself was a marvel of ice and snow—a towering citadel sculpted entirely from frozen crystal. Whether shaped by human hands or something far greater, no one knew, but the sect had claimed it as their home for generations.

On the highest floor of the palace, a young woman stood alone, her gaze locked on the distant western sky. She appeared no older than twenty, yet her presence carried a weight far beyond her years. Her eyes, cold and sharp like frozen sapphires, mirrored the ice that flowed through her veins. Her hair, crystalline in nature, shimmered with an icy blue hue—neither entirely transparent nor solid. When the sunlight struck it at the right angle, her hair glistened like a frozen waterfall, bathing the room in cold radiance.

The woman's dress was woven from what seemed to be delicate layers of ice—thin and fragile in appearance, yet flowing like silk against her figure. It clung to her curves in a way that blurred the line between modesty and temptation, a sight that could break the minds of weaker men.

"I know..." her melodic, yet emotionless voice cut through the air. "I already sensed the portals are broken. We must stay vigilant... if the worst comes to pass, I will..."

Her voice trailed off as her gaze drifted to the sky, lost in quiet thought.

"Sect Master... that would kill you! You understand that, right?!" The elder's voice shook with fear. She knew exactly what the young woman was implying. To tear open a rift with her own strength would mean sacrificing herself—giving her life to ensure her disciples' escape.

"Yet that is the only choice we have. After all, the Gathering of the Divine Five will no longer happen—one of the five is now nothing more than a fallen sect." The Sect Master spoke coldly, her voice sharp as frost. Yet beneath her icy tone lingered a faint trace of satisfaction—a twisted hint of pleasure that betrayed the truth. The Divine Five had never truly been allies; their so-called unity had always masked a bitter rivalry, a quiet yearning for each other's downfall.

"Sect Master, I... I don't follow..." The elder's voice quivered, her face pale with fear. If what the Sect Master claimed was true, then disaster had already struck this realm. Something—or someone—capable of wiping out an entire sect had emerged. If such a force still roamed freely, how could they possibly survive?

"Let it be known," the Sect Master said, her tone sharpening with authority, "the Violet Lotus Foundry is no more. They are now but a memory to us. As for who was responsible..." Her voice darkened, and her gaze turned distant, as though recalling a terrible presence. "I'm not certain yet. But I sensed something... familiar. Familiar, yet twisted—vile and chilling. Even my soul trembled when I felt that aura... a power tainted with something unnatural. They're still weak, but that won't last for long... which gives us time."

Her ice-blue eyes narrowed. "Send the notice. The Heaven Shattering Sect is sheltering that vile disciple. If they refuse to hand him over..." She paused, her voice turning colder than the frozen winds outside. "Then they will be wiped from the map to ensure the safety of our remaining three sects."

The elder's face froze like eternal ice, her expression stiff with dread. Without another word, she quickly bowed to the Sect Master and rushed out, her steps hurried and uneven as if she feared lingering a moment longer.

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Meanwhile, the young woman remained standing, her gaze fixed on the distant sky. Her eyes—a cold mix of emotions too tangled to decipher—betrayed a moment of hesitation.

"Xiao Lingyun..." she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "Just what trouble have you brought upon yourself... and who is that child you treasure so dearly that you'd risk your own life for him?"

Her tone was devoid of warmth, yet a fleeting glimmer of longing flickered in her eyes—faint and fragile, like the final breath of a dying flame. But that flicker was swiftly extinguished, masked behind a thick layer of ice that sealed away her true thoughts.

Yet the Immortal Ice Palace was not the only sect shaken by this shift in the world. The remaining three sects were in turmoil, their halls brimming with whispers of fear and uncertainty. And at the heart of the chaos stood the Heaven Shattering Sect—now embroiled in a bitter struggle. Divided from within, one faction fought desperately to preserve the sect's survival, while the other stood firm in their pride, determined to fight to the death in honor, choosing destruction over surrender.