I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 677: Chapter 499: Evolution Points Surpass One Hundred Million, Entering the Treasury_2

When the waves of fire touched the towering ice mountain, an unexpected event occurred—the ancient runes flowing across the surface of the mountain suddenly lit up, and a pale blue energy barrier instantly unfolded, covering the ice mountain like a transparent dome.

The waves of fire struck the barrier, emitting a "sizzling" sound, yet they could not penetrate an inch and could only flow around the mountain like a tide, continuing to spread into the distance.

In an instant, the mountain that was originally the core of the battlefield became the only pure land in the crimson sea of fire.

The flickering tongues of flame licked the pale blue energy barrier, casting mottled light and shadow on the ice mountain, making the ancient massive peak seem even more solitary and mysterious.

"Evolution Points +5890"

"Evolution Points +126786"

"Evolution Points +73647"

The system panel in consciousness refreshed madly, pale golden numbers cascading like a waterfall.

Months of accumulation, coupled with the astonishing harvest from the Heaven-Burning Purgatory Cannon, finally pushed the evolution points past the critical point, steadily stopping above one hundred million.

Qin Tian’s heart trembled; this amount of evolution points was enough to elevate two golden talents on his body to the Holy Blood level in one go.

"It’s truly a bountiful harvest."

He chuckled lowly, the corner of his mouth lifting uncontrollably.

His gaze swept toward the distance—the periphery of the sea of fire, where waves of demonic creatures continued to surge like a black tide, their roars clear even across the sea of fire.

But Qin Tian did not harbor murderous intent again; Zhuge Yu and the others were still waiting inside the treasure vault, and he could not let greed ruin important matters.

"These walking ’evolution points,’ I’ll settle scores properly after coming out of the treasure vault."

With this thought, Qin Tian raised his hand to retract the Heaven-Burning Purgatory Cannon; the crimson cannon body transformed into a stream of light that merged into his palm.

With a flick of his body, he entered the Gate of Space.

As he left, the Gate of Space began to tremble violently, the energy patterns along its edge quickly dimming and retracting like a receding tide, finally transforming into a strand of blue light and completely vanishing above the icy plains.

"Roar——!!!"

An anguished roar that seemed to tear through wind and snow suddenly detonated.

The surviving demonic creatures looked at the empty sky, their eyes full of rage and unwillingness. The distant tide of demonic creatures lost control entirely, ignoring the scorching heat of the sea of fire, crazily charging into the flames; black and purple silhouettes rolled within the crimson fire, yet still fearlessly surged toward the ice mountain.

The power of the Heaven-Burning Cannon lay entirely in that instant of explosion; the subsequent lingering flames, though fierce, were hard-pressed to rival these physically robust and eerily evolving demonic creatures.

In just a few minutes, the energy barrier outside the ice mountain was densely packed with demonic creatures; they surged like a black tide, repeatedly crashing into the pale blue barrier, attempting to crush this layer of protection with their numbers.

Just then, an ice-blue figure suddenly appeared atop the ice mountain.

It was a being of astonishing beauty, adorned with an ice-blue long robe sewn with fine ice crystal tassels, and atop their head bore an ice crown reflecting a sharp luster, which intertwined with the ice crystal-carved long staff in hand.

Their gaze was calm and indifferent, like an eternal glacier, as if the millions of demonic creatures before them were nothing but dust.

The appearance of this figure plunged the boiling tide of demonic creatures into a bizarre frenzy, excited like an ant swarm smelling honey.

Five Tier Seven demonic creatures, bathed entirely in flames, charged forward first, flapping their wings laden with dark energy and malevolence, rushing straight towards the figure at the peak of the ice mountain.

Facing the surging millions of demonic troops, the person remained calm, slowly raising the ice crystal staff overhead as the bluish gemstone atop the staff suddenly burst with a ghostly light.

"Buzz——"

A soft tremor penetrated through the battlefield, more penetrating than the demon roars.

An annular ice-blue ripple spread out from the center of the gemstone, its edges entwined with visible "freezing currents."

The first to greet the ripple were the few Tier Seven demonic creatures pouncing at the front; their ferocious claws were only a hundred meters away from the ice-blue figure but stopped abruptly upon contacting the ripple.

Muscles stiffened like stone, and pale blue ice patterns climbed through the gaps between scales. In less than half a second, they solidified one foot thick of rock-hard ice around them.

Inside the ice sculptures, the demonic creatures’ eyes wide open, their bared fangs perfectly frozen, and even saliva, splashed during their roars, turned into ice beads.

The ice patterns spread like a burst ice river, sweeping across the entire ice plain with the ice mountain as the center.

Whether low-tier or high-tier demonic creatures, all seemed as fragile as paper before the ice patterns. In just three seconds, the bustling battlefield fell into absolute silence.

The million-strong demon army transformed into a vast ocean of ice sculptures, their ferocity, madness, and terror all frozen within the ice shell, resembling a grand yet eerie ice and snow necropolis.

The ice-blue figure lightly pinched their fingertips, the ice crystal staff lighting up with clear blue light once more. This time, the light transformed into countless threads of fine ice, silently wrapping around each ice sculpture.

"Crack——"

The first cracking sound rang out, then like a chain of thunder spread across the ice plain.

The ice sculptures of the Tier Seven demonic creatures crumbled from their tops, shattering along the ice patterns into dozens of sharp-edged ice crystals. The ice sculptures of the lower-tier creatures directly exploded into hundreds of fragments, with blood and flesh fused with the ice, utterly losing the possibility of resurrection.

The ice threads swept through, leaving no ice sculpture intact. The debris of the million-strong demon army scattered across the ice plain, mixed with the melting ice water, posing no threat whatsoever.

The ice-blue figure slowly lowered the staff, the light of the blue gemstone fading. Gazing at the completely silent ice plain below, their eyes remained as indifferent as ever, as if obliterating a million-strong army was merely brushing off dust from their garment.

Turning around, they looked at the ice mountain beneath their feet, finally with a hint of fluctuation in those frost-like eyes.

"Qin Tian, my friend."

Without a doubt, the one who froze a million demon troops with a single move was none other than the missing figure after entering the relic—Lan.

"Young Master."

Just then, a deep voice resounded in Lan’s mind.

"Those humans have already scattered; do you think they can really help us solve that troublesome issue?"

"Well, don’t underestimate these humans."

Lan said softly, "The strength of the Human Empire is far superior to the Ice God Race back in the day, and they are among the top geniuses within the Human Empire. Whether they can fulfill the old mission and rejuvenate the Ice God Race depends on them."

......

Buzz——

The space trembled violently like ripples, and a figure suddenly landed.

Qin Tian steadied his form, scanned the surroundings, and frowned slightly: "Where is everyone?"

At this moment, he stood within a quiet ice cave.

All four ice walls were smooth like a meticulously carved crystal mirror, reflecting his tall figure, the folds of his robe clearly visible; the walls emanated a bone-chilling cold, with wisps of white breath escaping his mouth and nose, instantly crystallizing into fine ice shards upon contact with the air.

The temperature was extremely low. Not to mention an ordinary person, even a Tier One or Tier Two Spiritualist would suffer bodily damage without a specially designed cold-resistant armor.

Qin Tian immediately channeled spiritual energy into his perception, spreading like a spider web, but halted sharply upon reaching the boundaries of the ice cave. An invisible force tightly gripped his perception, reducing his sensing range to less than a third.

Yet, this force ultimately couldn’t completely seal off his senses. After probing several times, he sharply captured—within a radius of dozens of kilometers—several familiar human life sources scattered, their breaths spread far apart, clearly not in the same area.

"They actually separated us all." Qin Tian’s eyes sank slightly, fingers unconsciously rubbing the hilt of the Black Frost Long Saber.

The ability to precisely disperse hundreds of geniuses entering together indicated that deep within this ice mountain vault, a controller must be hidden, with the power to easily interfere with the space law of this vault.

"What is it trying to do?"

Questions churned in his mind as Qin Tian suddenly remembered the Ice Crystal Phoenix that had led him into the ice abyss.

That Phoenix, like a crystal, should also be here now.

His perception ability was limited, but fortunately, Qin Tian had left space marks on Zhuge Yu and the others, and he could still sense the direction of those marks.

As long as he moved toward those locations, he could soon reunite with his teammates.

However, perhaps, besides direct perception, he had other means.

Qin Tian opened the system panel, his gaze locked onto the newly acquired talent—

Kingdom of Mirrors