Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Cultivator's Revenge: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

“With the filthy aura of the mortal world.”The voice of High Elder Valerius echoed through the frozen air, heavy with disbelief and thinly veiled contempt.Valerius’s aura, as cold as a glacier, pressed down on Rayden. It was a completely different kind of pressure from Brahma Angkara’s. This was not the force of raw destruction—it was the weight of authority and lineage, absolute and ancient, that judged and denied his very existence.The old man walked slowly toward Rayden, his pale blue eyes scanning him from head to toe, as though examining a defective beast that had dared step into a sacred temple.He stopped, but did not speak to Rayden. Instead, he turned to Lady Anya, completely ignoring him as though he were nothing more than an object unworthy of speech.“Lady Anya has told me a story difficult to believe,” said Valerius, his sharp voice cutting through the silence. “A tale of a child born of Liana, who somehow survived in the outer world and found his way back here. I came

Inside a grand hall within the valley, High Elder Valerius and the other elders gazed upon a massive mirror of ice that displayed the world outside. When the storm suddenly ceased, every elder in the room gasped.On the surface of the mirror, Rayden could be seen sitting unconscious amidst the silence. And on his forehead, shining faintly, was a snowflower emblem with six petals, glowing with pure white light, as though carved from frozen moonlight.One of the eldest among the council, who had lived through the turning of ages, rose trembling from his seat, his wrinkled eyes wide with disbelief.“Impossible…” he whispered, his voice filled with both horror and awe.“The Mark of Pure Blood?!”Within the sacred Hall of Frost Judgment, a heavy silence descended upon the Council of Elders. Every gaze was fixed upon the towering mirror of ice in the center of the room, which reflected the raging blue spiritual storm outside the valley.At the heart of that tempest sat Rayden, cross-legged,

Lady Anya, standing slightly behind, looked as though she wanted to speak. to defend the miracle she herself had witnessed with her own eyes. But one sharp glance from the High Elder froze the words in her throat. “High Elder, please…” she whispered, yet her voice vanished, devoured by the oppressive silence.Valerius gave a slight nod. a wordless command. Reluctantly, Lady Anya guided Rayden deeper into the valley. They arrived before an unimaginable structure: a grand hall not built, but carved directly from the heart of an ancient glacier.Its transparent walls glowed faintly with pale blue light, and at its center stood massive ice thrones carved with intricate snowflake patterns, arranged in a circle. Seated there, in sacred stillness, were the other Elders of the Eternal Snow Clan. faces as old and as unyielding as the everlasting ice itself.“You stand before the Council of Elders of the Eternal Snow Clan,” said Valerius, his voice echoing across the frozen chamber as he took h

They finally arrived before a massive crystal cavern hidden behind a frozen waterfall. Two colossal ice golems stood guard at its mouth, motionless as mountains.As the elders approached, the golems stirred to life, their sapphire eyes glowing with inner light. Recognizing the elders, they silently moved aside, revealing a dark entrance beyond.The inside of the cavern was breathtaking. Its walls and ceiling were made entirely of pale-blue crystal ice, radiating a soft inner glow, as though they had stepped into the heart of a living diamond. The air itself crackled with purity. an energy so dense it felt alive, invigorating and oppressive with every breath.And at the very center of that vast chamber, hovering inches above a flawless crystalline floor, was the Heart of Ice.A pale-blue crystal the size of a small house, shaped like a perfectly carved human heart. Every vein, every valve, was visible within its translucent form. It pulsed gently with rhythmic light, as if truly alive.

The proof was now undeniable. but its outcome was far more perilous than anyone had foreseen. The Heart of Ice, the sacred relic that served as the lifeblood and guardian of the valley, now looked wounded.Its once-steady pulse had turned erratic, and the thin cracks webbing across its surface glowed with unstable light. The cavern trembled faintly. an omen that the very foundation of their strength was faltering.It ignited complete division within the Council of Elders.High Elder Valerius was the first to recover from his shock, his face flushed with pure, unfiltered rage. He saw not a miracle, but final confirmation of the curse brought by the outsider.“Look!” he roared, pointing toward the ice mirror with a trembling finger. “I warned you! His presence alone has damaged our foundation! The tainted blood of Liana, polluted by the mortal world, has poisoned the Heart of Ice!”He turned toward the others, his eyes blazing. “Banish him. before he destroys us all! Seal the gate forev