Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 1232: Valley of Chill

Chapter 1232: Chapter 1232: Valley of Chill

As Wyatt’s voice dissipated, a surge of multicolored power rose from his body and, in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a huge hand above the middle-aged man’s head in the void.

Boom!

The hand fell, the air trembled, and it made a noise akin to that of the earth heaving and mountains shaking.

In an instant, before the middle-aged man could react, he was enveloped by the massive hand, which then slammed him towards the ground.

Bang!

A loud noise echoed as the colossal hand crashed down, leaving a giant palm imprint on the stone platform before it finally vanished without a trace.

"Wow!!"

The middle-aged man was now forcefully smashed into the stone platform, severely injured and motionless for a long while before stirring ever so slightly. As soon as there was movement, he immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood clots mixed with dark blood.

Silence.

A death-like stillness swept over the scene.

Having cast a fleeting glance at the severely injured and unconscious middle-aged man, Wyatt moved swiftly and in the blink of an eye ascended the steps behind the platform and entered the pavilion.

Among those present, apart from Blaze Myers and another disciple of the Martial Emperor, no one could discern Wyatt’s movements.

"His strength is no less than ours."

At some point, Blaze Myers and the other Martial Emperor disciple exchanged a glance, their Origin Force harmonized as they communicated in unanimous telepathic agreement.

As for the rest of the crowd, while shocked by Wyatt’s speed, they turned their collective gaze towards the severely injured and comatose middle-aged man, an unmistakable schadenfreude apparent on their faces.

"Blaze Myers, with his strength, it’s a sure bet that he’ll become a ’disciple of the Martial Emperor’ in three months... Why didn’t you take the opportunity to recruit him into our camp?"

Another disciple of the Martial Emperor approached Blaze Myers and asked, puzzled.

"You’re not afraid that he’ll be recruited by that camp, are you?" Blaze Myers laughed.

The other disciple suddenly understood.

Given the hostility of ’Vihaan Wright’ from that camp towards Wyatt, it was certain that Vihaan Wright would never allow Wyatt to join.

"When he stands opposite that camp, we’ll step in and invite him to join us... At that point, he’ll be grateful to us," Blaze Myers added.

"You really are a sly fox!"

The other couldn’t help but exclaim. Then, as if a thought struck him, he curiously asked, "Speaking of which... do you now know why he only revealed his prowess at the First Level of the Cave Void Realm three months ago?"

"I suspect he used some kind of ’secret technique’ to hide his true cultivation level," said Blaze Myers with a serious expression.

"There’s such a technique?"

The other looked intrigued. "If there really is such a technique, it seems to have no other use than to trick and overpower, right?"

"Tricking and overpowering is more than enough."

Blaze Myers sighed. "Don’t forget, he had even deceived us before this."

Inside the delicate and spacious pavilion, which was resplendent with gold and glittering decorations, it felt like a completely different world compared to the thatched cottage Wyatt had previously resided in.

However, Wyatt paid no attention to these luxuries. As soon as he entered the pavilion, he sat down on a soft couch, ready to resume his cultivation.

"Who would have thought three months have passed... In three months, the selection for the Martial Emperor’s disciples and followers on Mystic Profound Peak will begin. At that time, I must make an impact that attracts the attention of that powerful Martial Emperor."

Wyatt thought to himself, always mindful of his purpose for being there.

"The urgent task at hand is to continue increasing my strength... Only with formidable power can I sweep away all obstacles and draw the attention of that Martial Emperor."

Wyatt’s mind stirred, and he closed his eyes, beginning his cultivation.

Nine Dragons War Sovereign Technique!

While cultivating, he also began to understand, in his own way, the ’fusion mysteries’ and the ’sword mysteries.’

Time quietly passed, and Wyatt’s strength was improving every moment.

One month later.

To the north of the Cloud Skies Continent, within a region perpetually enshrouded by snow, stood three imposing snow peaks.

Right in the center of the three snow peaks, there was a lake constantly emitting mist.

Even though the temperatures here were terrifyingly low, the water in this lake never froze but emitted a bone-chilling coldness, making it quite exceptional.

This lake had a pleasant name, Lake of Chill.

Centered around Lake of Chill, the area enclosed by the three surrounding majestic snow peaks was known by another name.

Valley of Chill!

The Valley of Chill was also the cultivation ground of a Martial Emperor on the Cloud Skies Continent. This Martial Emperor, honored with the title ’Chill’ and known as the ’Chill Martial Emperor,’ was undoubtedly the foremost female powerhouse of the Cloud Skies Continent in contemporary times.

Her might ranked within the top three amongst the nine publicly recognized Martial Emperors of the Cloud Skies Continent.

As such, when news broke out six months ago that the Valley of Chill would hold selections for the Martial Emperor’s disciples and followers near Lake of Chill, countless female warriors from all around flocked to the location.

The reason for this female-exclusive gathering was that the Valley of Chill only accepted female disciples and followers.

In the Valley of Chill, including the chill Martial Emperor herself, there were only female warriors; there were no exceptions.

Today, two uninvited guests arrived in the skies above the Valley of Chill.

They were two young women.

One of the women was dressed in light purple clothes, her beauty otherworldly, devastatingly gorgeous, exuding an enchanting charm that seemed capable of toppling all creation.

The other woman was dressed in goose-yellow clothes, her beauty not inferior to the former. Unlike the first woman, her transcendent beauty bore a hint of youthful tenderness.

If the former could be likened to a passionate ’red rose’,

then the latter was an untainted ’snow lotus’ emerging from the mud.

Their beauty was on par with each other, yet each had her unique allure.

"Luckily we came here early... Otherwise, we might have missed the selection of ’Martial Emperor’s disciples and disciples’ held by the Valley of Chill."

The woman in light purple clothes murmured.

"Yes, who would have thought the Valley of Chill would hold the selection of Martial Emperor’s disciples and disciples a year earlier?"

The other woman nodded slightly, her brow furrowing as if she was worried, "I just don’t know if we’ll be strong enough to become ’disciples of the Martial Emperor’ in the Valley of Chill."

"Keer, you must believe in your own strength."

The woman in purple clothes whispered comfortingly.

"Sister Jovie, I miss the Young Master... When will we be able to see Young Master again?"

The woman known as ’Keer’ spoke with a trembling voice.

"After we have avenged our master and senior sister, we will go back and find that ’scoundrel’. "

The woman in purple trembled imperceptibly, her voice wavering before regaining composure, "Keer, let’s go inside."

These two women were none other than Keer and Jovie Lee, the two fiancées whom Wyatt Barnes hadn’t seen in many years after they traveled from the southern to the northern part of the Cloud Skies Continent.

After their escape from the Yin and Yang Sect, they had headed northward, aiming directly for the Valley of Chill.

To their surprise, upon reaching the northern part of the continent, they learned that the Valley of Chill would be holding the selection of Martial Emperor’s disciples and disciples in two months.

This was a whole year earlier than what they had previously heard.

As Keer and Jovie Lee continued to fly into the Valley of Chill, they were soon stopped by a woman in blue clothes who asked expressionlessly, "Are you here to participate in the selection of Martial Emperor’s disciples and disciples that our Valley of Chill will be holding in two months?"

"Yes."

The two women nodded.

"Follow me."

The woman in blue gestured to Keer and Jovie and led them deeper into the Valley of Chill.

A moment later, Keer and Jovie were brought into an isolated valley where several wooden huts stood, covered in a thick layer of snow resembling silver attire.

"There are two huts left that are unoccupied, you can move in... If you had been any later, you would have had to fight for a hut already taken by someone else."

The woman in blue said without expression, "This place does not forbid killing; respect is given to the powerful... Take care of yourselves."

After speaking, the woman in blue left.

Keer and Jovie Lee looked at each other, both seeing a gravity in the other’s eyes.

"Let’s go inside, Keer."

Soon, Jovie called out to Keer, and the two prepared to enter the two adjacent unoccupied huts.

"Wait!"

Just as the two women were about to enter their respective huts, an abrupt voice stopped them.

Following that, a woman walked out from another hut, the source of the voice that had just spoken.

The woman was limping on one leg as she walked, taking uneven steps.

Not only that, but one of her eyes was blind, and there was a hideous scar on her face, resembling a centipede lying there, which was incredibly terrifying to look upon.

Upon seeing this woman, Jovie managed to maintain her composure,

but Keer couldn’t help but frown slightly, the woman’s appearance frightening her.

This disabled, ugly woman, when compared to the radiant beauty of Jovie and Keer, seemed to be the extreme opposite, worlds apart.

"These two girls are in for some bad luck."

At this time, several women walked out from the other huts, their gazes toward Jovie and Keer mixed with a hint of pity.

"Up until now, eight have died already... With them, that would make ten."

A woman sighed.

"Although the eight who died were pretty, they weren’t as beautiful as these two... These girls are probably going to have it even worse,"

another woman said, shaking her head.

The women now emerging from the huts shared one common characteristic: none of them were particularly beautiful.

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing the ugly woman approaching, Jovie’s face darkened, and she shouted defiantly.

"If there’s a next life, remember not to be born this beautiful... A beautiful face is a disaster!"

The ugly woman’s gaze towards Jovie and Keer was full of violence, as if she were looking at two dead people.

"So, you’re just an ugly monster who can’t stand to see others look better than you."

Hearing the ugly woman’s words, Jovie couldn’t help but sneer, drawing out her spiritual weapon, ready to strike.

However, as Origin Force surged around the ugly woman and phenomena appeared in the void, the faces of Jovie and Keer turned deathly pale.