The legendary warrior

"Grace's father, Boris, was of the same clan as mine. Grace's father and I, we were as close as brothers even without the blood relations that has long faded after numerous years," Ricky hummed in acknowledgement, realization dawning upon him and soothing his puzzled expression the more Zenith explained the circumstances.

"So that's why Grace is so 'rude' to me."

"I understand it now," Ricky lightly nodded in affirmation.

"Hurry and get out, explain this to Grace at once! I worry that she'll end up destroying my yard at this rate!" Zenith glared playfully while Ricky stood still.

"Got it, Chief!"

......

The Blizzard Cliff was situated at the west of the Snow Sect. Much like its name, it was the home to freezing cold temperatures of breezes emitted by the countless icebergs residing in its region; a frozen terrain that went on for thousands of miles.

It would have been the same monotonous picture of a barren landscape, if it weren't for the curious difference of a certain solitary cliff that was visible only to eyes observing from a higher summit. Its mass was huge; highlighted by the seemingly fathomless abyss that set it apart from the others.

Icy winds burst through the gaping hole every now and then. It enclosed the precipice in tendrils of wind that pranced around its sphere, triggering the constant shifting of its shape after every passing moment.

Blocks of ice slid off its smooth surface while some materialized in varying areas to carve its new form;

a majestic and magical scene only to be expected from the Blizzard Cliff.

Despite the enchanting image, the infamous place was known for its ruthless nature. The harsh environment was infested with poisonous insects and wild beasts that chased away even warriors who aimed to hone their cultivation base.

No one was safe when placed around the perimeters of the zone. The chasms prevented anyone from escaping its frightening grip. Only demi-immortals were able to flee, given their overwhelming strength and power.

And so, the Blizzard Cliff became a dreaded prison for disciples who had committed the gravest and most unforgivable sins. Their numbers were few; making up only more than ten criminals in all the history of Snow Sect, with no tales of any exiled individual surviving past a little over half a month at most.

It was no wonder that the people who had heard of Zenith's tasked excursion for Ricky deemed it as a mere ploy to kill off the disciple. His expected date of return had been set two months from now; a nightmare only the bravest fools would wholeheartedly accept.

Ricky had not backed down from the challenge. His mind was already set, even as he took in the intimidating sight of the cursed plot with watchful eyes. Finally he arrived at the destination with Zenith.

please do remember what I've told you beforehand. If you don't, you'll be reduced to food for the carnivorous creatures

spoke of seriousness, his hands clasping

already memorized it

Ricky nodded.

I'll let you go down in a second, I hope I'll see you again in two months'

bones. The shivering gusts easily lacerated through

aggression of the wind and

infernal power to ward off the extremities. It was a successful counter plan. However, it did nothing to alleviate the rising

as possible, Ricky. You cannot stay where

whispered in his subconscious until

the words of the man. He assessed the turf and calculated what he needed to prioritize in his

to find. I should stay here for at least three or four days; at least pretending

he thought.

feet as he made his way to the massive icicles sporting from the

threat that may jump on him when he felt the signs of life from a submerged being wriggling beneath the frozen floor. Pure instinct drove him to pull out his Iron Destroyer and reflexively manifest his three blades of

Fizz! Fizz!

their blood gushing out in hefty amounts that dyed the soles of his shoes the color

weltered figures before him,

insects of the Blizzard Cliff, the Toxic

he muttered softly.

be avoided at all costs. It was incredibly lethal, rendering even a person at the advanced stage of Bone

retaliation prompted him to relax his posture in preparation to leave, but the piercing

to ambush him. Its glare pronounced the thirst of sinking its claws to Ricky's shoulders, hoping that the ambush would be enough to catch

think I'm a pushover, don't you?"

terrain. With emotionless eyes, he activated the Second Degree of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula and leaped high

Strike - the Sixth

called out.

claws of the white raptor in a resounding

in the sky as it sought out the help of its