Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1247: Anxious Pagyi Gesang

Chapter 1247: Anxious Pagyi Gesang

All matters at home had been enhanced and organized properly, including armaments and manpower.

At this point, the Shelter stood as an impregnable fortress, and it was no overstatement to claim it could endure assaults from an entire area without activating the Death Reaper of Love.

Within the breeding facility, thanks to Zhou Ke’er’s diligent care, vibrant ground centipedes at last started emerging from their eggs.

Surprisingly, Frog put on a white lab coat and began supervising the bug cultivation with great attention to detail.

He genuinely cherished this job—he had long been passionate about insects.

Above all, these bugs could also serve as food, adding a wonderful extra benefit!

After years of wallowing in the muck along the Egret River, he had at last discovered a task he relished and excelled in, so he threw himself into it with exceptional zeal.

Bit by bit, the initial shipment of elemental ore arrived from Shengjing.

Zhang Yi distributed the promised 7% to Blizzard City via the Dimensional Space, 5% to Deng Technology, and transported the remaining portion back to nourish the ground centipedes and process elemental resources.

With preparations complete at last, he resolved that the moment had come to head toward the Snowy Plateau.

Over this time, Pagyi Gesang had reached out to him more than a dozen times through video calls.

On every occasion, he begged fervently for Zhang Yi to journey to the Snowy Plateau for the Prayer Festival.

Otherwise, he warned, he would have no choice but to escape the plateau alongside his loyal followers and find shelter in distant lands.

As Pagyi Gesang described it, with the Prayer Festival drawing near, the Yasha Langtai family ramped up their coercion against the remaining three major chieftain families.

Deji, the leader of the Yasha Langtai family—who wielded absolute political and religious authority on the Snowy Plateau as the Khenpo of Sangha Monastery—had straightforwardly declared just two options to them.

They could either yield to the Yasha Langtai family, handing over all territories and personal forces, or prepare for total annihilation at their hands.

Even though the Lord of the Charnel Ground originated from the Yasha Langtai family and showed mercy, refraining from needless killing, his very existence deterred anyone from challenging the Yasha Langtai family.

The rival families faced inevitable doom.

Soon enough, their lineages would vanish from the annals of the Snowy Plateau.

The Xi family stood apart from the other factions.

Their roots on the Snowy Plateau stretched back through the ages, and their sway over ordinary folk and the religious-political spheres was profound.

The Yasha Langtai family could never tolerate their survival; should conflict erupt, they would eradicate them utterly to eliminate any possibility of revival.

As a result, Pagyi Gesang’s appeals to Zhang Yi turned more frantic, descending even into humble supplications.

Zhang Yi seized the chance to request two additional original versions of the Epic of King Gesar from him.

The deeper he delved, the greater his unease grew, for the revelations within were profoundly unsettling.

Certain ancient legends unveiled there proved far too bizarre and implausible.

Yet in these times, they no longer resembled mere fables; rather, they appeared as concealed fragments of real history.

“The time has come to depart.”

Zhang Yi sought out Yang Xinxin. For weighty choices, he preferred to deliberate alongside her.

A single mind carries limitations, but combined perspectives greatly reduce oversights.

To Yang Xinxin, Zhang Yi explained, “The Pagyi family guards secrets from antiquity. Securing the complete Epic of King Gesar could allow us, via the Demon Kingdom under the Great Snow Mountain, to uncover enigmas surrounding those underground civilizations.”

“Therefore, I believe attending this Prayer Festival is wise.”

“In the direst outcome, we might snatch it from Pagyi Gesang should the moment arise.”

Zhang Yi braced for the grimmest possibilities.

He was resolute in claiming that Epic; peaceful acquisition would be ideal if feasible.

However, should obstacles prove insurmountable and the cost too steep, he would not shy from ruthless tactics to seize it.

Yang Xinxin responded, “Pagyi invites us in their hour of desperation. Employing one foe against another is a last resort; they will undoubtedly watch us closely.”

“Nevertheless, be it the entire Epic of King Gesar or the hidden truths below the Great Snow Mountain, each promises immense worth.”

She regarded Zhang Yi. “Brother, if you encountered the Gatekeeper of the Netherworld from Mist Valley Abyss or the white-robed youth under the Qinling Mountains, what odds of success would you assign yourself?”

Zhang Yi fell quiet for a solid twenty seconds.

Eventually, with a somber look, he admitted, “If I fled using all my abilities, they might not capture me with absolute certainty. Perhaps I could get away, or perhaps…”

During their clashes, neither the dark-armored Gatekeeper of the Netherworld nor the serpentine-headed, humanoid Bai Longzi had unleashed their utmost strength.

Some boundary seemed to bind them, preventing departure from their realms.

That restraint allowed Zhang Yi and his fellow human Epsilons to flee; without it, their might would have overwhelmed any resistance.

Yang Xinxin continued, “Under those circumstances, endless evasion won’t always suffice. When peril looms unavoidable, the optimal path forward is relentless self-improvement.”

Zhang Yi folded his arms and rested against the wall, reflecting on the myriad pivotal moments in his existence.

Each decision had carried immense weight.

A single misstep might shatter an entire life.

A subtle smile crossed his face. “You make a valid point. Considering the current state of affairs, the Snowy Plateau likely offers the ideal destination for me.”

“Besides, even supposing the Demon Kingdom persists underground, how formidable could a race subdued by human legends over two millennia ago truly become?”

With that reassurance to himself, he exhaled softly. “Let’s hope the Apocalypse hasn’t birthed among them beings of unmatched might. Alternatively—perhaps I could investigate the sources of such subterranean exceptional abilities.”

Zhang Yi and Yang Xinxin hashed out the strategy thoroughly.

This venture to the Snowy Plateau would involve the whole household, save for Frog tending the breeding farm alone.

Should trouble arise, their return would be swift regardless.

Just a handful of fighters would show openly; others would stay concealed, steering clear of exposure.

On this journey, masking their true identities was essential.

Staying in shadows while foes basked in light would grant them decisive edges.

Pagyi Gesang had every incentive to keep Zhang Yi and his group’s details secret.

Thus, a sudden display of Zhang Yi’s prowess would stun the opposing families.

After all, the true extent of that divinely bestowed Epsilon on the Snowy Plateau remained unknown to Zhang Yi.

Per Pagyi Gesang’s reports, he dominated the plateau divinely, vanquishing rivals effortlessly in one strike.

Once their talk concluded, Zhang Yi activated his personal Smart System and commanded it to connect with Pagyi Gesang.

Author's Note