Mystical Journey
chapter-1057

The Blue Frost Sect?

Impossible!

As a middle-level sect that was even stronger than the Scarlet Snow Sect, back then when Garen got into a conflict with their Number Two Disciple, Blue Pole Star, even he knew that they had Non-Falling Level peak powerhouses.

If even the disciples had broken through to the Non-Falling Level, just imagine how strong their Elders would be.

And now Carthage was telling him that he wanted to annihilate the Blue Frost Sect!?

"Are you joking, sir?" said Garen deeply.

"I don't have time to joke around." Carthage shook his head.

He walked up to Garen's side, standing beside the lamp, and reaching out his hand to play with the eerie green flames.

"The Blue Frost Sect has a Thousand-Year Blue Jade, and it's very useful for both of us. Consider this a reward for your performance thus far."

"Thank you, Great Senior Brother." Garen lowered his head. "A Thousand-Year Blue Jade? What material is it, and why have I never heard of it before?"

Carthage smiled faintly.

"You may treat it as an upgraded version of the Ancestral Temple, even the Blue Frost Sect only has three in total, as a frost-type sect. Also, the Blue Frost Sect apparently has a reputation for owning a large collection of frost-type secret manuals, they even have two techniques that are at the same level as the Scarlet Snow Technique."

He waved his hand lightly, and instantly extinguished the four lamps around him.

"Let's go, we better not keep them waiting."

Garen got up, and the two of them instantly vanished from the spot.

They flitted past headquarters at the same high speed, this time they followed the giant ice door that had opened up by a slit last time.

After those three kids actually forced open the giant door last time, this door had never been closed again properly, and it just stayed slightly open like that, such that they could see the world outside through that tiny gap.

The wind and snow floated in the gap, endlessly, accumulating in a thick layer of snow on the ground.

Carthage and Garen flitted past, and exited the door in an instant. After running on the snow for a few minutes, a black whirlpool that was larger than any of the previous jumping points appeared before Garen's eyes.

With the air of an expert, the two of them jumped into it. This jump, that pilots required mechs to make, was no problem at all for Energy Machinists from Planet Naga, their physical bodies were scarily powerful.

Again, a multicolored scene like a rainbow flashed past Garen's eyes.

On another blue planet extremely far away.

In a sparsely-populated yellow desert, a black whirlpool appeared out of nowhere, and two figures shot out from it, landing steadily on the desert surface.

The desert was a sea of golden, as wide as the eyes could see. The sandstorm continued to blow, but it brought an extremely hot draft, that was nearly thirty or forty degrees in temperature.

As soon as the two of them appeared, they shot toward a direction of the desert at extremely high speeds.

At a glance, Carthage was just like a rich young master out for a vacation, his pose carefree and relaxed, his expression calm, his white clothes especially eye-catching in the desert.

On the other hand, Garen looked a lot more well-built, a blue curved sword at his waist. He had changed into all-black clothes, and covered the bottom half of his face with a mask, hiding his entire aura as well.

The two of them dashed through the desert, and soon they came across a small group of people who seemed to be waiting for them.

There were not many people in this group, but each of them was unnaturally powerful, even the weakest of them was at Resonance Level, while most of them were Inherited Level. At the same time, they all dressed strange and exotic, like fierce savages, and incited fear.

"Is everyone here?" asked Carthage calmly as soon as he landed.

"General, they're all here." A tall and thin woman stood out, replying deeply.

"Treefish, your job is to finish off those small-fry who'll scatter everywhere. Especially those few prodigious Energy Machinists, you must not let any of the top three escape," Carthage gave his orders calmly.

"Yes." The woman called Treefish replied fiercely.

"Everyone else, act freely, but after you're done, I want each of you to hand over three blood beads as a meeting gift for my Junior Brother."

"Please relax, General!" replied the group in unison. Many gazes fell on Garen, who stood behind Carthage. It was pretty clear that he was the person Carthage meant by 'Junior Brother'.

Garen's heart was slightly moved. Although he did not know what a blood bead was, he was still a peak-level prodigy, and Carthage was clearly paying attention to his performance in the Scarlet Snow Sect. He only had value to Carthage if he was powerful, and his progress speed was in fact astonishing, so much so that Garen could probably be considered the most capable prodigy to appear in the Scarlet Snow Sect in the past few centuries. This title should be his, rather than Carthage's, because that guy was an ancient monster that could only be found once in a millennium, a Non-Falling Level powerhouse who hiding in a sect as small as the Scarlet Snow Sect. Garen had no idea what he was planning.

"Wait for three hours, and then activate the ambush." Carthage waved his hand, and finally settled on a time.

The group of powerhouses that came from goodness knows where began to rest respectively, their movements well-trained and familiar. This was clearly not their first time doing this.

Carthage sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and resting. Garen forced down his confusion, sat down, and began to practice his Scarlet Snow Technique.

However, since he was currently in a desert where the surroundings were hot, it was not conducive for his Scarlet Snow Technique training at all. After he tried for a long while to no avail, Garen had no choice but to sort out his other thoughts.

Suddenly, he remembered that snow-type secret manual he had obtained from the First Princess Aine — Ice Coffin. All this time, because of his missions with Carthage, he had not gotten the time to properly train himself.

But now was one of his rare breaks, so he could use this time to see exactly how the Ice Coffin was. After all, it was also an Inherited-Level technique, so it had to have some level of standard. Besides, there were no environmental requirements to level up the Ice Coffin.

He had nothing to do now anyway, so Garen sat on the sofa and closed his eyes, and began to recall the Ice Coffin secret manual that had been recorded into the memory of his Energy Machine Imprint.

This secret technique was very interesting, it first required him to release his chill, creating something like a coffin of ice around him to completely surround himself, and isolate himself from the outside world. And then, he needed to constantly create yet another specially-constructed ice coffin inside, this specially-constructed ice coffin could greatly increase the quantity of his chill, all the way until he could create something called a Heart of Ice.

Although the name was very clichéd, but according to the descriptions in the secret manual, this thing was extremely over-powered. As long as he could create it, he could drastically increase his chill, and upgrade the coldness of his chill even further.

In other words, this secret manual was completely a support-type secret technique, it was a secret manual that Aine had specially chosen to complement Garen's Scarlet Snow Technique.

Garen just followed a few of the steps described in the secret manual, and gathered up an ice coffin. Within ten short minutes, he had created a material layer of ice around himself, and completely sealed himself off.

Carthage just glanced at him casually, and had no intention of asking or caring. The others just focused on their own training, and did not even look his way.

The wind began to blow harder, howling loudly. The temperature also rose as the sun climbed above them in the sky.

But in the large area around Garen, it was still unnaturally cold.

Garen left a sliver of his spirit on guard, and put the rest of his attention into his cultivation of the Ice Coffin.

His current Scarlet Snow Technique was still at the eleventh grade Resonance Two-Moons Level, and he had not reached Inherited Level. Normally, he would need to train his patience from now until the Inherited Level, until his emotions settled and he would not easily waver in the face of external factors. He would also need to gather an enormous amount of power and energy, before he would finally be able to condense it into the sixth Scarlet Mist, and reach the twelfth grade of the Scarlet Snow Technique.

At that point, the Ancestral Temple would not be opened up easily, because the energy needed for the Inherited Level was too great. It was highly likely that after a dozen or so people went in, the energy gathered inside would be completely used up. So at that stage, they usually opened up the Frost Hell instead.

In order to gather power, all they could do was train long and hard.

For most Resonance Levels to reach the Inherited Level, it would take them at least a dozen years, this was the normal rate of accumulation. But if they happened to come across miracles or irregularities, the fastest could go in within four or five years. Carthage was pretending to be one such prodigy.

But Garen knew his own condition, his heart had settled a long time ago, so he just needed to gather enough energy, and he should be able to reach the level required to break through. The psychological barrier everyone else faced was nothing to him.

The group sat cross-legged in the desert, the sun shining high above them.

One of them was emitting a chill, and had basically frozen himself into a block of ice. No one said anything, and barely anyone even gave him a second look, more than ten of them sitting there like statues, not budging an inch.

Garen felt the Ice Coffin technique forming within him quickly, resulting in a moving flow. This flow quickly created a little transparent ice coffin around his Scarlet Mist technique. Every time his Scarlet Snow Technique came or went, it would naturally pass by this layer of the ice coffin, and would be filtered through. The impurities would be excreted outside his body, and although the technique would be reduced slightly, it would end up becoming purer and cleaner.

"I've reached beginner-level so soon, so I guess my natural Ability is helping after all. As long as I understand the principles behind it, and practice for a bit, I can reach the beginner stage." Garen sighed inwardly, he had been reminded of his situation back in the Secret Technique world.

Back then, once he understood the principle behind any technique he had not learned before, he could just add his potential points to it. But what about now?

Garen felt that since that he was the embodiment of the Hellfrost Peacock Technique, and since he had trained the Scarlet Snow Technique for so long, he would have understood all the principles around it, and so he might be able to give it a try.

As soon as that idea occurred to him, he could not suppress it any longer.

It was not as though he had never used the potential points on his Scarlet Snow Technique these past few years, but it was no use, there was another important and crucial factor impeding his secret technique, and that was his computing power. So he could not increase his Scarlet Snow Technique, and had to wait for his computing power to slowly increase accordingly.

But this Ice Coffin now was different. This thing was just a support technique, and its principles were not very difficult either. It mostly depended on grinding, constantly creating little specially-structured coffins inside his body. After he collected a certain number, the filtration through the different layers would finally result in a purified technique.

The Ice Coffin was in fact not a rare technique, it was more commonly found in snow-type sects. After all, it was something that could be bought on the market. If Aine could give it to him as a present, that showed that it was not all that precious. It could only be considered a third-grade secret technique, that was purely supportive.