Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 149 : He is not from this world…

On a small mountain peak, the sound of crunching snow echoed with every step. Yet despite the distinct noise that should have marked a trail of footprints, the snow remained undisturbed — pristine and untouched, as though no one had passed through at all.

And yet, there she was — a silhouette, barely visible against the endless white. A figure that resembled a young woman moved gracefully, her steps light and fluid, like a swan gliding across a frozen lake.

With each exhale, no warm breath escaped her lips — no sign of life, no mist that clung to the air like you'd expect from the living. It was as if her very body had adapted to the cold, her lungs frozen into empty chambers that thrived on the biting air.

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Her crystal-blue dress clung to her figure like thin ice over a spring lake — delicate, transparent in places, yet leaving just enough to the imagination. The fabric flowed like liquid frost, yet seemed incapable of shielding her from the merciless winds that whipped around her. And yet, despite the cruel cold, the woman seemed completely unaffected — as though the icy winds were no colder than a gentle breeze.

Her ice-blue eyes, sharp as sapphires, stared into the distance — focused intently on a figure clad in golden robes amid an endless horde of skeletons. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, her calm demeanor wavered. Her gaze narrowed slightly, her still expression flickering with recognition.

That aura… she thought, her mind racing. That overwhelming dominance... those precise and powerful sword swings... a technique so skilled it would make gods and immortals weep...

And that dark presence — cold and suffocating — it clung to him like a shadow.

"I've found you…" the words left her lips in a melodic yet flat tone. A soft smile rose on her pale lips, as faint and fleeting as melting snow beneath the warmth of spring's first light. Yet her smile carried a mysterious air — neither joy nor malice, but something far more elusive.

Still, she didn't move. She simply observed the man from afar, her gaze sharp and unwavering. Whatever was going through her mind, she concealed it well, as though her heart had been frozen in ice long ago.

The man she watched was, of course, Wen Ran — locked in an endless battle against the skeletal horde. No matter how many enemies he felled, no matter how flawlessly his blade danced through the air, the battle seemed never-ending.

Yet in the woman's eyes, it wasn't his persistence that stood out.

It was his unwavering spirit — a stubborn refusal to surrender that seemed to burn brighter with each strike.

"Such a young man..." she murmured softly. "Yet those eyes… they look as if they've endured countless years of loneliness… as if he's lived a life so painful that his very soul now reflects in his gaze."

Her fingers clasped together before her, her frozen expression softening for just a moment.

"But... beneath that pain..." her voice trailed off, her icy-blue eyes narrowing. "There's a beast — a hidden predator, one that lingers within the storm clouds, waiting to strike down those foolish enough to descend from the heavens…"

Her gaze lingered on Wen Ran as he performed yet another impossible maneuver — slashing his fiery sword at an intricate angle, piercing two skeletons at once in a swift, precise motion. A feat no ordinary man his age should have been capable of.

"He's not from this world…" she concluded, her brows furrowing slightly. Her crystal-like hair and dress swayed in the powerful winds, yet somehow they danced with the grace of petals in a gentle breeze — soft, calm, and unwavering.

Then, for the first time, her ever-calm expression revealed a flicker of shock — a rare crack in her composure.

"The one who controls both Yin and Yang…" her voice was barely above a whisper, yet the awe within it lingered. "No wonder Xiao Lingyun chose him as his disciple... but... where did he acquire the ice energy?"

Her gaze shifted downward, following the faint traces of Wen Ran's steps. In her eyes, it became clear — Wen Ran wasn't simply using ice energy to glide across the snow.

He's developing a movement technique… she realized. He's adjusting it as he fights… matching his steps to the rhythm of the battle…

And then, he vanished.

Wen Ran's figure faded into the snowy winds like a phantom, reappearing moments later behind the skeletal horde. His fiery palm, once faint and unstable, now blazed with the heat of a rising sun — burning with a furious intensity far stronger than before.

His awkward, improvised strikes had been replaced by something far more refined — precise, powerful, and calculated. With each passing moment, the flames wrapped around his arm grew brighter, hotter, stronger... until the light dimmed around him, swallowed by the sheer intensity of his burning palm.

Then, like an eruption from within the earth itself, Wen Ran's hand exploded with devastating force.

Paw! Paw! Paw!

A chain of concentrated explosions ignited in rapid succession, the fiery blasts stacking on top of one another in a cascading wave of destruction. Skeletons shattered into piles of ash before the blazing fury, their frozen bones disintegrating the moment the flames touched them.

The ground hissed and steamed, the once-frozen battlefield now scorched with lingering heat.

The woman's expression softened. Her frozen gaze seemed to melt — if only for a fleeting moment.

"A boy no older than fourteen…" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind. "And yet... he shakes the heavens with power unmatched at his cultivation stage…"

For a moment, her icy-blue eyes held a faint warmth — a flicker of something she had long forgotten.

Then her body shimmered, warping like a reflection in shattered ice. In an instant, she vanished from sight.

Meanwhile, Wen Ran stumbled forward, his exhausted body dragging through the snow as he gasped for breath. His steps were shaky, his vision blurred, yet he pushed himself forward — desperate, determined, and barely holding on.

Was he doing this just to achieve something? To prove his strength? Or... did he truly care about the old man who had risked everything for him?

Perhaps Wen Ran himself didn't know the answer.

But deep within his hollow heart — cold, unpredictable, and burdened with scars — something stirred. Something fragile. Something... human.