Holy-lighted War God

Time flew by, and it was as if flowing water. Unknowingly, the autumn had passed, and the cold winter truly arrived.

The snow-white goose feathers that fluttered in the air were like willow catkins. On the ground, they were wrapped in a layer of silver as if they were wearing a snow-white robe.

Although Ling Xiao City was still filled with tension and pressure, there was still a fiery atmosphere. This was because the time of the royal family's Winter Hunt wasn't far away.

In the snow-covered courtyard, Lingyun pushed open the door and a gust of cold air blew in.

He was surrounded by a divine light, and one could not see anything out of the ordinary about him. He appeared to be rather thin and frail, with a scholarly air around him. He looked just like a weak scholar.

For the past two months, in order to strengthen his foundation, he had not become a Martial Master. However, the Spiritual Aura in his aurasea had undergone extreme compression and refinement several times.

He had already broken through 95% of the first layer of the true meridians in his body, and it was not too far away from a full one. It could even be said that as long as he wanted to break through, he could open it at any time.

However, the first is Foundation Establishment. Building the foundation of a martial artist is the same as building the foundation of the great dao. One must not be careless and must be prepared. Otherwise, it is possible to fail or build an imperfect foundation.

Ling Yun's ambitions were huge, and he had to cultivate all the realms to the limits of what he could cultivate. He had to build the most perfect foundation, and naturally would not easily break through.

It was the same with his body as well. He had now opened four acupoints, and they were now as smooth as a mirror.

He stretched out a hand and caught the snow falling gently. The snow melted instantly upon contact, turning into water droplets.

"Another day of winter is coming. I wonder what kind of waves will arise at the mouth of the wind." His eyes were bright like the stars, bright beyond compare, deep and distant. Looking at the sky, Ling Yun crossed his hands behind his back, and softly sighed.

During this period of time, the war between the Empire of Soaring Cloud, the Empire of Qing Yun, and the Empire of Northern Han had not come to an end.

On the contrary, there was a trend of their movements becoming more and more intense. The military strength invested by the three parties greatly increased. Martial Kings had already fallen on the ice-cold battlefield, returning with their corpses wrapped in horse skin.

Not only within the Soaring Cloud Empire and the surrounding regions, the entire Yuan Territory was also abuzz with activity. Many powers could sense an extraordinary aura as well. There was a mysterious force pushing all of this forward, trying to cause chaos within the Yuan Territory.

The factions within the Yuan Territory might have a comeback. Therefore, the Sacred Grounds were unable to escape this vortex and were trapped within.

Thinking about the current situation, Ling Yun sighed, and frowned slightly. Even the Sacred Grounds could not escape from this hidden storm, let alone the Ling Xiao Empire in the center of it all.

Creak!

The door opened, and Cai'Er, wearing a snow-white fox skin cloak, walked out lightly. In her hand was another fox skin cloak, and her snowy fur was fluttering in the wind, causing her exquisite face to turn red, as if she was a porcelain doll.

He gracefully walked to Lingyun's side and gently draped the fox skin cloak over Lingyun's body to protect him from the wind and snow. Then, the little bird gently nestled in his embrace. It did not make a sound, but dispelled the annoyance in Lingyun's heart.

There was a faint spiritual energy fluctuation coming from her body. Her skin was sometimes green and filled with an air of vitality.