Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1251: The Man Who Turns the Mountain

This sight left Zhang Yi quiet and reflective.

It prompted everyone who saw it to express deep sighs over and over.

In this bitterly cold climate, superhumans were truly capable of enduring the extreme chill.

However, that demanded the expenditure of their superhuman power.

Furthermore, the difference between having the capability to act and actually choosing to do so was vast.

For miles in every direction, no signs of settlements or structures existed, but he continued his deliberate kowtowing up the snow-covered peak.

Zhang Yi recalled hearing about a ritual in the Snowy Plateau Region known as kowtowing during mountain circumambulation.

Just the most faithful devotees would opt for this grueling approach.

In Tsangyang Gyatso's verses, a line read: That year, circumambulating mountains, rivers, and stupas, not to cultivate the next life, but only to meet you in this lifetime.

It demonstrated clearly that among esoteric sect adherents, this represented the pinnacle of self-denial practices.

Zhang Yi had come across mentions of it on social platforms earlier, yet this marked his initial encounter, particularly under these end-times conditions.

The Apocalypse had arrived, societal order had crumbled, and human natures were thrown into turmoil.

For the sake of mere survival, most folks would forsake ethics and basic humanity.

And how few remained who clung to their beliefs?

"That's probably a superhuman from the snowy lands, most likely a monk from Sangha Monastery."

Yang Xinxin pointed out to Zhang Yi.

Religion didn't particularly captivate her, so she stayed mostly unaffected.

If someone possessed excessive intelligence and perceived matters too sharply, they'd forfeit any awe toward the world.

Zhang Yi pondered briefly, "We shouldn't interrupt him. A person undertaking such penance right here is surely no average individual. As strangers in this place, it's wiser to steer clear of issues."

Despite his words, the snow vehicle proceeded in the direction of the penitent monk, since that route led into the snowy territory.

They observed him for more than ten minutes. The penitent monk ignored all external distractions.

His exposed torso resembled a sturdy Buddha carving from a temple, his uncovered feet wide and firm, imprinting two distinct lines of tracks in the snow.

Zhang Yi abruptly decelerated the vehicle, gazed at the penitent monk, and gradually lifted one side of his lips.

"I didn't expect to witness an entertaining spectacle in this spot."

Old You inquired, confused, "What's going on?"

Zhang Yi gave a slight smile, "Company's approaching."

Liang Yue's right hand automatically settled on the hilt of Dragon's Roar.

"Killing intent lingers close by."

The occupants of the vehicle grew alert at once, swiftly readying their arms.

However, Liang Yue continued, "This murderous aura isn't aimed our way."

Zhang Yi squinted his eyes; he had already detected the peculiar shifts surrounding them.

It might deceive others, but his space-time superhuman power rendered it ineffective against him.

No one surpassed his attunement to spatial fluctuations.

The earth underfoot trembled. More than a dozen snow dragons erupted from various sides, charging toward the penitent monk, who was under a kilometer from Zhang Yi's group.

Zhang Yi distinctly felt a scanning intent from one of the snow dragons as it swept past them.

Yet Zhang Yi remained passive.

His [All Things Follow Traces] power indicated these intruders posed no threat to them.

Their objective was solely that penitent monk.

"Boom!!"

The snow dragons detonated abruptly near the ground's surface. Over a dozen figures emerged from under the frozen layers, encircling the penitent monk.

"You lackey of Sangha Monastery, today marks your end!"

A woman advanced boldly. Clad in white garments that blended seamlessly with the blizzard, she sported long tresses woven into tiny braids adorned with vibrant fabric ribbons.

Zhang Yi had researched ahead of the Snowy Plateau Region journey. He recognized this as traditional attire from the indigenous groups.

Thus, these assailants hailed from the snowy domain as well.

"Internal regional dispute?"

Zhang Yi angled his head and murmured softly.

"What's our play?"

Old You questioned, a bit worried.

As outsiders required to mask their origins, involving themselves in native quarrels would be unwise.

"Simply spectate."

Zhang Yi replied calmly.

"As hardened mercenaries, we can't appear overly compliant with norms. Plus, skilled fighters lurk in this bunch."

His statement hadn't concluded when the white-robed group sprang into action.

The remaining white-robed individuals held position, merely observing the penitent monk with icy detachment.

The aggressor was that braided-haired woman, evidently the commander.

The braided-haired woman's features soon got obscured by frost and flakes, her form layering into a crystalline form—the finest ice crystals.

Her locks, frame, and extremities solidified into ice. The strands of her hair sharpened like steel threads. Her limbs stretched into elongated ice edges. Dense ice crystals across her physique formed protective plating.

She launched her fists at the monk with immense power. In the instant that followed, a ferocious blizzard roared up from her rear. Razor-like ice blades assaulted the youthful monk, overwhelming the skies in a dense barrage.

The glacial tempest, akin to a landslide, bore a destructive force that seemed unstoppable.

This attack alone caused Zhang Yi to tighten his gaze.

"Minimum 9600 points... perhaps 9700?"

In actual superhuman clashes, barring light testing exchanges, each strike served as a fatal blow, allowing a quick assessment of power levels.

This braided-haired woman wielded ice and snow abilities, yet her prowess dwarfed Fatty Xu's by an immense margin.

The youthful monk's locks were tangled, obscuring his features.

He remained stationary, hands clasped. The ferocious glacial gale whipped up, also parting the wild strands veiling his visage.

Even in this tense instant, a gentle smile lingered on his lips. Yet this downcast, compassionate expression subtly conveyed sorrow for the world's creatures.

"Why go to such lengths."

He murmured softly, though his form showed no shift.

The raging blizzard, resembling a tumbling peak, reached him in a flash. The boundless icy torrent bore down relentlessly.

Yet, like an unyielding boulder amid raging waters, he endured the onslaught with joined palms, steadfast.

Keen ice shards grazed his exposed torso and face, yet they fragmented like mere flakes, failing to mar his skin in the slightest.

And upon distinctly viewing the youthful monk's countenance, the braided-haired woman's demeanor shifted in shock!

"Jue Guo, it's you!"

Jue Guo lifted his gaze toward the braided-haired woman opposite him. Without pause, though turmoil stirred in her eyes, she bellowed fiercely and lunged at Jue Guo!

Her whole being encased in rigid frost and powder. Gale-force winds of blizzard cloaked her. Every limb could transform into a deadly instrument.

With such formidable drive, like a mountain descending, she barreled into Jue Guo!

Jue Guo's sigh resounded over the frozen expanse, evoking a Buddha's mournful chant.

In that instant, Zhang Yi and his companions, over a kilometer distant, heard it plainly.

Jue Guo abruptly lifted his right hand. A brilliant golden glow burst forth from within him.

He extended his right palm. Behind him, it seemed a Buddha's limb reached from emptiness, a swastika emblem on its palm descending upon the braided-haired woman.

The ceaseless blizzard she bore, clashing with that golden hand, dissolved entirely in a heartbeat, akin to winter melt beneath the March sun's fierce rays.

"Pfft!"

In one swift motion, the golden palm forced the braided-haired woman flat to the earth.

And a profound, enigmatic gleam sparked in Zhang Yi's eyes.

"Epsilon!"

"I figured this fellow wasn't ordinary, but I hadn't anticipated running into the Snowy Plateau Region's Lord of the Charnel Ground right here!"

Author's Note