Bing Xuan and the others passed through the long city gate and entered the long-admired ice city. Beyond the ice city was desolate, but inside the city was in ruins. Originally, the street was supposed to be a thriving bazaar, but now all kinds of objects are thrown everywhere, messy shelves, sloping signs, all of which are preserved by the ice.

Not far away, on the street, there were several people standing, dressed in clothes that were clearly different from the corpses scattered on the ground. It seems that these should be the strong men who entered the city to explore later, but they were killed just by coming here.

The two cautiously came to the human who had been frozen into ice sculptures, and Bing Xuan reached out and gently stroked the thick ice suit on the man's body. Before the hand touched it, the ice sculpture shattered into ice chips on the ground, and slowly turned into a trace of frozen gas, which was absorbed by the necklace.

The two of them were shocked, and couldn't help but look back at the ground they had walked on before. I saw that the corpses and various goods had disappeared, and a clean ground that was incompatible with the surroundings appeared. Come to think of it, those disappeared corpses and goods must have been absorbed by the power of the necklace. The two looked at each other in astonishment, and their hearts couldn't help but be impressed by the great strength of the ancestor during his lifetime.

The two of them continued to move forward, and the frozen aura became more and more intense, and the fog formed seriously blocked their vision, and the visibility was already less than five meters. Bing Xuan tightened Qiu Die's hand, and the two of them groped forward nervously.

After a small half a day, the two finally came to a spacious intersection, and after careful calculation, they found that this road alone was nearly a thousand meters long.

The two main roads to the east and south should be the east and south gates leading to the ice city respectively. After seeing the scene of the West Gate, I think that the other two roads should be the same. There is also a large road tens of meters wide that leads to the north, and from the map, this road should lead to the Ice City Palace. This is where the Ice Clan people really lived. The two looked at each other and smiled, and walked north, arm in arm.

After traveling more than 100 meters to the north, a magnificent city gate stood in the middle of the street. On the magnificent walls on both sides were indiscriminately inserted with broken spears and arrows. Two thick gates were knocked to the ground, and the gates were also scarred. The corridors of the city gate were full of stacked corpses and broken weapons, but at this time, they all turned into ice sculptures, but on the unfamiliar faces, there were still painful expressions when they died.

"It seems that this imperial city is the main battlefield of the rebels. Bing Xuan said sadly.

"They are determined to slaughter our people. Qiu Die said angrily as she looked at the corpses of several dead children not far away.

With resentment, the two of them searched for a place to set foot in the crowd of corpses, and cautiously walked towards the imperial city, lest they accidentally disturb the peace of the dead.

Passing through the long road, on both sides of the road is a low-rise residential area of the same style, which seems to be the residence of ordinary Ice Tribesmen.

Bing Xuan tried to push open the gates of several courtyards, but the courtyards were all in a mess, and the corpses of dead women and children could be seen everywhere. The tragic scenes hit Bing Xuan's heart, although he had never met, he could feel that these were really his own people. Bing Xuan's free left hand clenched, and his fist trembled slightly from anger and overexertion.

After seeing several courtyards in the vicinity, the two went directly to the north. You don't need to look at the rest of the courtyards to imagine the misery in them, and even if there are survivors, they have long been buried in this endless ice.

After a long time, the two walked out of this residential area. Bing Xuan imagined how happy and prosperous the original Ice Clan was, and how many people were left of this big clan? The population of the small mountain village where he lived was not even one percent of the population of this place. Perhaps, more of the Ice Clan have fled the city, and are just living incognito in various places.

Bing Xuan stopped for a long time, looking back at this originally prosperous place, Qiu Die didn't say a word at the moment, he could feel the sadness in Bing Xuan's heart, just hugged Bing Xuan's arm tightly, and there was already a watery piece in his eyes.

The two sighed again and continued to the north. On the way, the number of dead bodies multiplied, and there were still people fighting everywhere, obviously before they could react, they were frozen on the spot by the sudden overflow of frozen air, and their eyes also revealed inexplicable fear and helplessness.

At this moment, the two of them had come to a large hall. In front of the main hall is a wide staircase. On the stairs were also human beings lying on their stomachs and dead in battle. The two walked up the steps and came to the front of the hall door, only to see dozens of columns of more than ten meters standing neatly on the corridor to support this magnificent hall. On the top of the column, various patterns of fierce beasts are vividly carved. Directly above the temple door, a simple plaque is hung there, and the three gilded characters of "Renhe Palace" are printed into the eyes of the two.

Inside the main hall, the fog was the most intense, and the two of them stood outside the door, but they couldn't see the scene in the hall clearly, and they could only vaguely see many standing figures. With a feeling of apprehension, Bing Xuan took a deep breath, clenched Qiu Die's right hand, raised his leg and stepped over the threshold, and walked towards the hall.

Coming to the center of the main hall, Bing Xuan finally saw everything in the hall clearly. In front of a throne of Xuan Ice stood a man in silver armor, the sword in his hand still pointing at the throne in front of him, but it was empty. The man's eyes were full of remorse and unwillingness.

Directly in front of the throne, standing were four powerful mages, and the four mages even maintained the movement of releasing spells. However, it was frozen on the spot by the sudden freezing air, like an ice sculpture carved by a statue, lifelike.

Bing Xuan knew that the rebels should be confronting the Emperor in the center of this imperial city. However, none of the people in the hall were similar to the portrait of the former emperor that Bing Xuan saw in the village. Bing Xuan's heart was both happy and sad, and his complicated emotions repeatedly impacted Bing Xuan's heart.

The two of them walked gently through a few steps to the throne, Bing Xuan reached out and gently stroked the armrest of the throne, as if he felt the breath of his father from this throne. Due to the proximity of the two, the silver-armored man also turned into a cloud of ice chips a moment later, and then disappeared without a trace, except for the extraordinary sword that fell to the ground, announcing that its owner had once been on this world.

Bing Xuan took Qiu Die's hand, and the two of them slowly sat on the throne, looking around at the people standing below, and a feeling of dominating the world arose. A large plaque of the same size as the one outside the temple gate hangs on the throne, with the four big characters of "benevolence and love for the people" written on it, reminding the incumbent of what he does and why he does not do. Bing Xuan repeated it several times, recalling in his mind what the old ancestor had told before.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared on the top of the hall, and Bing Xuan stared hard into the distance, only to see that under the high roof of the hall, a statue of the ancestor was suspended there. In the midst of that bloody mouth, a crown was still slowly spinning, and the light was emitted by the spar on the crown.

Bing Xuan hurriedly got up, and Qiu Die beside her also looked confused and looked at the height with Bing Xuan's gaze, this exaggerated scene shocked her mouth slightly.

Bing Xuan stretched out his hand and pointed at the crown, and a pure ice elemental aura came out of his body, carrying that unique spiritual power to the crown in the distance. As if he had a sense, the crown spun quickly, and then slowly flew towards Bingxuan.

As the crown flew out of the statue's mouth, the roof of the temple clicked, and the stone slab above the statue slowly parted to the sides, slowly swallowing the sculpture into it, and then closing tightly. The two of them were shocked that such a delicate mechanism, after thousands of years, was still able to rotate, and it was not affected by the ice in the slightest.

Starting with the crown, Bing Xuan could feel the aura of the ice element coming from the spar, which should be the broken crystal nucleus of the ancestor, which was inlaid on the crown. There is still a little bit of ice elemental power left in the crystal nucleus today, and it seems that most of it must have been volatilized into this frozen qi.