I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 623 - 477: Ice Element, 1,000 Years of History, Ice God Race

A figure abruptly materialized amidst the expansive, snow-covered wilderness.

Qin Tian scanned his surroundings, realizing he stood utterly alone.

Clearly, the ruins had scattered everyone to random spots upon entry.

Yet he remained ready, with spatial markers already placed on Zhuge Yu, Lan, Taishi Feng, and Huo Yuansheng beforehand. He could track them down and regroup whenever needed.

For the moment, though, rushing to meet them wasn't urgent.

Those four counted as Tier Six powerhouses; they possessed the strength to safeguard themselves, so no immediate concern was necessary.

Having stepped into the ruins, he desired to venture solo initially, uncovering the mysteries concealed within this ancient relic.

Qin Tian gazed skyward, noting the heavy gray clouds that blocked sun and moon; below, a layer of thin frost blanketed the earth, devoid of actual snow, making the surface firm and slippery underfoot.

A subtle rotten aroma permeated the atmosphere, reminiscent of age-old dust freshly disturbed after endless ages.

By channeling his spiritual energy for a thorough probe, he soon confirmed this realm as a sealed pocket dimension. Remarkably, though, Mingwang Planet's location remained vivid to him—he could escape anytime via his spatial powers.

Such assurance banished all his worries, fueling an even stronger urge to delve deeper.

Detecting no signs of life for a hundred miles around, Qin Tian picked a random path and glided forward, skimming low over the terrain.

The landscape below proved rugged, with sporadic dirt heaps emerging, frosted over and radiating bleakness.

Soon enough, an odd scene drew Qin Tian's attention, causing him to drop down at once for a closer look.

Dozens of bones littered the soil, unlike the typical pale white of human remains; these glowed with a chilling blue light, rigid like ice shafts, while preserving distinct human skeletal forms.

Over thousands of years, all flesh had vanished entirely, sparing just these unique ice bones—some fragmented, others mostly intact—resting silently amid the frosty ground, whispering of some long-forgotten catastrophe.

Beside those ice bones rested fragments of additional corpses.

The instant Qin Tian spotted the corpses, his eyes narrowed sharply, and he rushed closer.

They looked like the remains of two dark beasts at first sight, heads detached from torsos long ago, limbs hacked into pieces, but strangely holding onto shriveled skin and muscle, blackened and withered like mummified samples.

Qin Tian knelt and meticulously reassembled the strewn body parts.

As the monster's full shape took form bit by bit, he whispered, "Just as I thought."

This creature featured hide armored in thick black scales, a feral head lined with jagged fangs, sockets hollowed into shadowy voids; its lower half mimicked human proportions, sinews knotted, digits tipped with razor claws.

It evoked a beastman vaguely, yet brimmed with greater eeriness, akin to some crudely fused abomination.

This monster's look felt familiar to him.

Back in the ancient palace housing Lan's slumber, murals had vividly depicted exactly such beasts, clashing against bands of human fighters.

He had pondered then whether those scenes spun fictional tales or bore stylistic flourishes; now, they appeared to chronicle genuine events.

In reconstructing the monster's frame, Qin Tian picked up no fresh Talent Light Sphere.

That came as no shock; through years of trials, he had mastered the rule—talents emerged solely from recently deceased bodies.

These beasts had clearly perished ages ago, millennia past, making the absence of talents entirely expected.

He pressed on without delay, pushing further across the plain.

The deeper he traveled, the thicker the clusters of ice bones and monster remains grew, soon dominating his entire field of vision.

Certain monster forms lay in brutal disarray, others trapped within heavy ice shells, ferocious visages and lethal talons still sharply visible, poised as if to shatter their prisons and lunge forth in assault.

Qin Tian gauged that human warrior ice bones combined with monster cadavers numbered no fewer than a hundred thousand in total.

Right as Qin Tian prepared to inspect a few better-preserved monster bodies for extra clues, the earth underfoot trembled fiercely.

Monster remnants, dormant quietly on the surface till now, lurched upright like revived from the grave—headless ones groping blindly via neck stumps; half-bodied versions teetering on single limbs; fuller specimens rising tall, vacant black orbits locked toward Qin Tian.

Evidently, his arrival had roused these beasts slumbering for thousands of years.

His face unchanging, Qin Tian quickly scanned the area around him.

A horde of hundreds of monsters rose to their feet, packing tightly around him.

Not able to assess these beasts' power levels, he refused to let his guard down; his right hand flipped over, summoning the Black Frost Blade into his hold in a flash, its icy edge releasing a subtle frost, while spiritual energy flowed silently through it, poised for any abrupt threat.

Suddenly, the front-row monsters lunged forward.

Certain ones dashed on all fours, bounding at Qin Tian like fierce leopards, claws whistling sharply through the air; others leaped on single legs, each thud quaking the earth, sluggish yet carrying devastating force; more with tattered wings on their backs beat them furiously to take flight, plummeting toward Qin Tian from overhead like a swarm of brainless zombies.

Yet, almost half the monsters remained rooted in place, their hollow dark eye sockets fixed on Qin Tian—they clearly intended for the leading group to probe his capabilities before picking their next assault tactic.