Suddenly appearing behind Wang Ye was a punishment from the eighteenth level of hell, branding!

"Let's see how you like the taste of fire first!"

As the voice of the light-colored robed offering sounded, the fiery, crimson pillar was mercilessly pressed against Wang Ye's back.

The massive crimson pillar touched Wang Ye's body in an instant, and a sinister smile immediately appeared on the face of the light-colored robed offering, along with a look of enjoyment.

It was as if he was preparing for the screams that Wang Ye was about to let out.

Hiss, hiss.

However, the imagined cries from the light-colored robed offering did not occur.

Ice covered Wang Ye's back.

Layers of frost resisted the heat from the crimson pillar.

Wang Ye raised his eyes and looked at the light-colored robed offering, smiling slightly: "Ice!"

White, blinding ice began to spread from beneath Wang Ye's feet, covering the hellish realm, instantly transforming the muddled, blood-smelling infernal realm into something cold and eerie.

Previously, the hell did have this feeling, but the main tone was nauseating, like the look of red blood burning and evaporating, filled with a bloody stench, and now it had changed to a different sensation.

The bloody smell was frozen into the air by the cold.

Wang Ye grinned at the light-colored robed offering: "Thank you, sir. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known that even a First Grade Cultivator could utilize a domain."

"And within the domain, the control over power can even improve."

The moment he began using the ice attribute comprehension, Wang Ye felt an inexplicable harmony with the power within the domain.

Although this harmony helped Wang Ye better control his own power, wanting to completely master all of this power still remained a massive challenge for Wang Ye.

Previously, Wang Ye didn't know that a First Grade Cultivator could possess something like a domain.

He had just arrived on Spirit Star and had no previous knowledge of these things on Earth Star. In Meng Qian's teachings to Wang Ye, because Wang Ye's own realm had not reached such a level, she had not directly informed Wang Ye of it.

It was something she planned to tell Wang Ye in the future.

The Saintess within Wang Ye's body didn't originally have much power. It was only when Wang Ye's cultivation level broke through to the level of a Fourth Grade Cultivator that it provided some feedback to the Saintess.

It allowed the Saintess to have a bit of consciousness.

Just as the Saintess was gaining some awareness, Wang Ye immediately took the Saintess's power for himself, draining her completely.

This caused the Saintess to fall back into a coma.

But.

What did that matter?

Wang Ye's enemy had shown him the domain.

Wang Ye looked at the light-colored robed offering in front of him, knowing that the Ice Sect's protectors, who were watching from the shadows, would soon come to his aid once they realized he couldn't harness the power of a First Grade Cultivator.

Wang Ye didn't plan to directly defeat the light-colored robed offering.

After all, he had only slightly enhanced his grasp of his own power, and didn't possess the strength to truly defeat the light-colored robed offering.

His only wish.

Was to trade a few moves with the light-colored robed offering before those protecting him in the shadows arrived.

To experience the true power of a First Grade Cultivator.

For him, this was an opportunity.

Wang Ye squinted and looked earnestly into the eyes of the light-colored robed offering. His voice emerged from his mouth, surprising even the light-colored robed offering, because Wang Ye could say such a thing.

"Use all your strength against me! The people from Ice Sect in the shadows have realized by now that I can't bring out the power of a First Grade Cultivator."

"Once they realize this, they will surely come to my aid."

"So before that happens, you need to quickly finish me off; your chances are running out."

Wang Ye's words took the light-colored robed offering aback.

Wang Ye... was sharing information with him?

Helping him?

Why?

Was it because Wang Ye wanted to die?

Suicide?

This thought barely surfaced in the light-colored robed offering's mind before it was dismissed.

Wang Ye couldn't possibly have such an idea!

That meant...

Wang Ye was looking down on him!

Betting that he wouldn't be able to finish off Wang Ye before the Ice Sect protectors in the shadows arrived.

Instantly, rage blazed within the light-colored robed offering!

Why?

Why did Wang Ye look down on him?

Why would Wang Ye have such a thought?

He was just someone who couldn't even grasp the power of a First Grade Cultivator. Even if he could barely manage, he could only slightly use it by aligning it with the domain.

Someone like this looking down on him, that was...

"Seeking death!"

The light-colored robed offering roared, unable to contain his inner fury, and grabbed out with one hand a whip meant for striking souls, filled with the cruel howls of countless spirits, whipping fiercely towards Wang Ye.

The whip surged, giving the illusion of being a sensitive long snake.

Wang Ye's hand reached down, ice surging, and a Frost Sword forged from the Power of the Great Dao within the domain suddenly appeared in his hand.

Watching the incoming whip, Wang Ye calculated its trajectory, each second of calculation exhausting his Divine Sense immensely.

Though Wang Ye had achieved the realm of a First Grade Cultivator, his level in the Sea of Consciousness had not advanced.

After observing for a little while, Wang Ye felt a wave of exhaustion from deep within, a feeling caused by the overuse and depletion of his Divine Sense.

"So this is the true power of a First Grade Cultivator? Just using my Divine Sense to observe the trajectory of that single move coming at me depleted my mind's strength."

Wang Ye mused solemnly to himself, recognizing the vast disparity between power and realms on Spirit Star.

However.

A smile curled at the corners of Wang Ye's lips.

Though his Divine Sense was nearly depleted, Wang Ye had captured the move's trajectory anyway, as the light-colored robed offering attacked.

The sword struck out.

The whip, entwined with ghostly roars, seemed to intentionally land at the exact spot Wang Ye pointed his sword, delicately flicked aside with a gentle twist.

Yet, the immense force transferred from the whip sent Wang Ye skidding to the side.

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