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Chapter 15

  From a nearby mountain, a powerful aura caught Han Tian Yi’s attention — the presence of a strong blessed constitution.

  It belong to the patriarch of a respected mortal clan.

  If it was before, he won't dare to touch such people but he's a cultivator now.

  Their situation was now flipped.

  With a flick of his sleeve, dozens of formation flags shot out and embedded themselves into the surrounding peaks. Lines of light ignited one after another, intertwining across the sky like a woven net.

  The air twisted.

  Space folded inward.

  Even the wind was forced into stillness.

  The entire mountain was sealed.

  No sound escaped. No aura leaked out.

  Chaos began to erupt below.

  Clan members rushed forward in desperation, unleashing their mortal techniques in a frenzy.

  The patriarch mastered the peak of martial arts and unleashed his strongest sword technique.

  A ferocious lightning in form of a dragon descended from the sky.

  But how could such technique broke his immortal formation?

  The moment their attacks neared him, frost spread silently through the air, devouring everything in its path.

  "Ice Path Immortal!"

  Everyone exclaimed in horror.

  Crack.

  Bodies start freezing from the inside out, then shattered into fine ice fragments that scattered across the ground.

  Another elder roared and took out his sword, charging Han Tian Yi.

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  Han Tian Yi did not even look at him.

  The temperature around the elder suddenly dropped.

  His footsteps faltered.

  White frost bloomed across his robes, then his skin, then his eyes. His roar turned into a hoarse gasp as his dantian stiffened, his qi slowly vanishing as if submerged in an endless winter.

  He collapsed before even reaching ten steps.

  One by one, they fell.

  No grand battle cries.

  No drawn-out struggle.

  Only the faint sound of ice forming and bodies quietly breaking apart.

  From beginning to end, Han Tian Yi’s movements were precise and unhurried, each step calculated, each strike minimal.

  After all, slaughtering an entire mortal clan doesn't required effort than brushing dust off his sleeve.

  Soon, the courtyard fell silent.

  Frost covered the stone ground. Blood froze before it could spread. The air was so cold that even the drifting spiritual qi moved sluggishly.

  Only the patriarch remained.

  He knelt on the ground, hands trembling, his aura in complete disarray. His eyes swept across the frozen corpses of his clan and his wife beside him. Disbelief and terror intertwining in his gaze.

  “You… lunatic…!” he rasped, voice shaking. “Why are you doing this?!”

  Han Tian Yi stopped before him.

  Snow-like frost drifted around his robes, yet not a single stain touched him.

  His lips curved slightly.

  “Why?” he said calmly. “Do you need a reason when stepping on ants?”

  The patriarch’s face twisted in fury and fear. He tried to circulate his qi, but the moment it moved, a chilling force pierced his meridians. His body stiffened as an invisible cold seeped into his bones, suppressing every last trace of resistance.

  Before he could react, a force lifted him off the ground.

  The cauldron behind Han Tian Yi trembled and opened with a low hum. Ancient runes flickered along its surface as it dragged the patriarch forward like a starving beast.

  “No— wait—!”

  He was thrown inside.

  The lid slammed shut.

  Instantly, steam surged out as pale blue light rose from within. The surrounding spiritual energy was forcibly drawn in, turning into strands of essence that flowed into the cauldron without pause. The patriarch’s muffled screams echoed briefly before being drowned by the sound of refining flames and freezing spiritual energy intertwining.

  Cold mist and ethereal light swirled together, forming a vortex above the cauldron as essence was extracted layer by layer.

  Han Tian Yi watched quietly.

  The screams grew weaker.

  Then faint.

  Then gone.

  The cauldron gradually returned to stillness, only a thin strand of refined essence pill drifting into Han Tian Yi’s palm.

  His expression softened slightly.

  Not because he enjoyed slaughtering.

  But because the quality of the essence pill he just obtained is not bad.

  As if everything that had just occurred was merely a routine step in his cultivation.

  His eyes start shining.

  "With this… I can finally step into the Core Refinement Stage."

  He collected all the formation flag and put it back to his spatial ring. Mounting his sword once again and flying on top of this mountain.

  Then, the final seal descended.

  He did not unleash a violent technique.

  He simply pressed his palm toward the mountain.

  For a single breath, nothing happened.

  Then the world froze.

  A boundless wave of ice path dao intent spread from his position, seeping into the land itself. The soil stiffened. The rivers halted mid-flow. Spiritual veins beneath the mountain trembled as a pale blue frost infiltrated every inch of terrain.

  Crack… crack… crack…

  Ice climbed from the roots of the forest, surged across cliffs, and crawled over the estate’s ruins like a silent tide. Buildings were buried before they could collapse further. Courtyards vanished beneath thick layers of crystalline frost. Even the trace of the one-sided battle were sealed, locked beneath absolute cold.

  The mountain groaned.

  Towering sheets of glacial ice rose from all directions, converging inward as if the heavens themselves were forging a tomb. In mere moments, the entire mountain was encased, transformed into a colossal ice peak that pierced the clouds.

  No ruins nor corpses of that clan remained.

  Only an ancient, pristine ice mountain stood where a clan once existed.

  The cold was not violent.

  It was serene.

  Han Tian Yi withdrew his hand, his expression indifferent, as if sealing an entire mountain was nothing worth noting. Without another glance, he turned and left, his figure vanishing into the distance.

  The wind howled across the frozen peak.

  Silence.

  From afar, mortals would only see a newly formed ice mountain overnight — vast, unnatural, and suffused with a faint, chilling Ice Path dao marks that still lingered in the air.

  A quiet warning.

  That an Ice Path expert had once passed through… and erased everything in his path.

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