I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 633 - 481: Frostglow Boundary Monument, Seeking Allies

The details absorbed from the Ice Monument slowly unveiled the ancient tale of the Ice God Treasure Vault within Qin Tian's mind.

Thousands of years back, as their clan's destiny faded, the Ice God Race encased every vital treasure of their bloodline into seven vaults, kindling a flame of revival for offspring to come.

Seven 'keys' strewn amid the ruins served as the means to unlock these vaults, one being the Ice Monument cradled in his palm, called the 'Frost Glory Monument.'

Qin Tian's finger brushed lightly against the monument, sensing its piercing freeze. Unchanged frost from a thousand years cloaked its face. Distinctive ancient engravings of the Ice God Race pressed clearly beneath his touch. But ceaseless erosion over ages had stripped their shine, with even the monument's rims showing light traces of decay.

'Untended by any hand, yet it bound Tier Seven demons for a millennium. What a mighty treasure!' Qin Tian pondered inwardly, steadily pouring his spiritual energy into it.

With spiritual energy flowing in, the dim Frost Glory Monument first quivered faintly, then ice-blue glow leaked from the pattern gaps.

Symbols silent for ages stirred as if revived, twisting and shining in the azure light. Palm-sized at first, the monument swelled at breathtaking pace. Ice crystals burst from its borders, extending the surface etchings, shifting in a flash to a gigantic slab dozens of meters broad. Winds from its rising base scattered nearby snow, evoking a tiny ice-blue peak floating high.

More startling still, as the colossal monument lifted, wind and snow over tens of kilometers ceased instantly.

Snowflakes dangled suspended, declining to drop, while the shrieking gale fell mute under hidden might. A force dwarfing Tier Seven demons plunged like an eternal glacier, chilling the earth and swiftly sheathing the frozen ground in heavy ice.

Qin Tian refrained from stirring spiritual energy to fend it off, opting instead to bare his awareness and savor the Frost Glory Monument's prowess firsthand.

Right then, an immense ice ridge felt slammed onto his back. The frost sprang not from without but exploded from his bloodline's core. Limbs and frame went rigid at once, inner spiritual energy lagged, and his soul shivered lightly in the cold.

'Such intense suppression!'

Qin Tian's eyes tightened keenly, promptly rousing his qi and blood.

Boom!

A crimson-gold qi and blood spire rocketed upward, clashing and merging with the monument's ice-blue radiance above, driving back the nearby freeze like withdrawing waves.

Still, he keenly noted his blood crawling slower, joints subtly seizing, and his Immortal Sacred Body's recovery pace dipped noticeably.

Bearing a Tier Six, Six Stars frame powered by three holy bloods, suppression hit him this hard—unthinkable for typical spiritualists.

Qin Tian figured Tier Six spiritualists venturing into the Ice Monument Domain would face crippled spiritual energy flow, while holy blood purebloods endured bloodline curbs, slashing their might by at least thirty percent.

Spiritualists sporting lesser-than-golden bloodlines risked instant freezing and bloodline lockdown in the domain, gutting half their battle power.

Through the monument's lingering shards of lore, Qin Tian fathomed the Frost Glory Monument's prime intent.

The Ice God Race had planted it over the border's key city as a shield of protection.

Ice God Race folk inside the Ice Monument Domain dodged all curbs. They heightened ice spiritual energy using the monument's chill mists to defy snow beast swarms and outsider raids. 'Frost Glory Monument' arose from this border-watch duty.

'Power faded from millennia of demon-sealing, yet revival lies within reach.'

Qin Tian stared at the towering sky monument. His [Divine Weapon Emperor] talent could invigorate divine weapon hearts outright. Beyond hastening the Frost Glory Monument to full vigor, it would graft novel strengths via bloodline might, outshining its old peak.

With a lift of his hand, Qin Tian drew the enormous monument from the sky, which shrank steadily before dropping into his palm, now the size of a hand.

The ice-blue glow withdrew, a subtle halo lingering around the patterns on the monument’s surface, resembling a slumbering glacier silently biding its time for rebirth.

Flapping the Demon King’s Wings, Qin Tian slipped into invisibility while masking his aura. He turned into a shadow fusing with the night, darting rapidly toward the path pointed out by the Frost Glory Monument.

The devastation in the ruins he traversed proved far grimmer than he’d anticipated.

Heaps of ice bones littered the frozen terrain, some Ice God Warriors’ corpses not fully decomposed still discernible.

Certain warriors froze in mid-swing with blades, their ice weapons lodged in nearby black monster carcasses; others shielded something desperately to the end. The ice crystals encasing their bodies stayed intact for a thousand years, emitting a dull sheen.

Qin Tian’s eyes scanned across, his fingers twitching faintly as several ice elements tucked in the bone fissures drifted over to him.

He tossed them into his space ring without fuss, gathering hundreds in less than half an hour.

On his path, he crossed paths with numerous roused monsters and other spiritualists who’d joined him in the ruins.

Yet even mere hundreds of meters away, none could detect his existence.

Roughly ten minutes on, Qin Tian reached the Ice God Treasure Vault’s position.

The scene made his pupils constrict a bit. Layers of ice bones and monster corpses stacked a meter thick on the ground. A thin black miasma drifted in the air like a gauzy shroud over the piles. Even after a millennium, this ominous force hadn’t faded, exuding a frigid presence that chilled the soul.

"It seems that the price paid by the Ice God Race to protect the vault was far beyond imagination back then."