Looking at the Ice Emperor's expression of grim determination, Yunxiao's face darkened as well.
Although he very much wanted to set the Ice Emperor straight, he ultimately dismissed the idea. After all, her situation wasn't something that had developed overnight.
With 390,000 years of cultivation, she had lived for at least a hundred thousand years. A worldview shaped over such a long time wasn't something that could be easily changed.
After giving her not-so-bright head a metaphorical knock, Yunxiao finally spoke slowly.
"You idiot, Ice Emperor, you damn lesbian."
"Stop filling your head with all this nonsense."
"Besides, Snow Emperor and I are kin."
"As the Elf King of our clan, how could I ever harm Snow Emperor or any of my own people?"
"And another thing, Ice Emperor—you damn lesbian—stay away from Snow Emperor. Don't go corrupting her."
The Elf Clan was already small in number. He couldn't let the Ice Emperor twist Snow Emperor's orientation.
In terms of talent, Snow Emperor had great potential to become the Six-Winged Snow Elf King.
For someone capable of becoming a Six-Winged Elf King, not marrying and having children was one thing.
But if she ended up in a same-sex relationship? That would be a complete waste of resources.
Hearing that Yunxiao had no intention of harming Snow Emperor, the Ice Emperor curled her lips in disdain.
With a cold snort, she finally asked,
"Hmph! You damn bastard."
"What goes on between Snow Emperor and me is none of your business."
"And you—just why did you come to the Far North to find us?"
Now that she was sure neither she nor Snow Emperor were in any real danger, the Ice Emperor's expression softened slightly.
But even so, she still despised this damn bastard.
Even if Yunxiao was Snow Emperor's kin, it didn't change a thing.
After all, the moment they met, this bastard had bombarded her with countless Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skills.
Who in their right mind would be happy about that?
Seeing that the Ice Emperor had finally calmed down, Yunxiao casually dismissed his Eighth Soul Skill—Time Stop.
Not only that, but upon noticing the Ice Emperor's battered state, he also activated his Fourth Soul Skill—Life Control—to heal her injuries.
After confirming that she was mostly unharmed, Yunxiao spoke again, leisurely this time.
"Ice Emperor, with your current 390,000-year cultivation, your 400,000-year heavenly tribulation must be approaching soon, right?"
"But no matter how much you suppress your cultivation, within the next 10,000 years at most, you'll have to face it."
"Do you really think you can survive it?"
"And even if you do, what about the 500,000-year tribulation after that? Or the 600,000-year one?"
"Or do you truly believe you can keep overcoming them all the way to a million years?"
"You should know—the so-called 'Soul Beast Deification at a Million Years' is nothing but a lie the Deities fabricated for your kind."
As the Ice Emperor's expression grew increasingly grim—
And as Snow Emperor, who had just arrived, listened in—
Yunxiao not only exposed all the Dragon God's schemes but also revealed his true purpose for coming to the Far North.
"So, Ice Emperor, join our Elf Clan, undergo the glorious evolution, and become an elf."
"And, Snow Emperor, would you come home with me?"
"Back to the true home that belongs to our Elf Clan."
"There, humans and Soul Beasts won't slaughter each other."
"There, you won't have to endure that damned heavenly tribulation."
Ice Emperor: "..."
Snow Emperor: "..."
Hearing Yunxiao's earth-shaking declaration, the two emperors of ice and snow were stunned into silence.
For the Soul Beast race, the so-called path to godhood in a million years was nothing but a lie.
A scheme orchestrated by the Dragon God, leader of the True Dragon Clan and ruler of the Soul Beasts.
Moreover, by joining the Elf Clan and becoming an elf, they would no longer have to face that accursed heavenly tribulation.
And going home—returning to the true home of the Elf Clan.
There, there would be no more slaughter.
There, Snow Emperor would have her kin, the other members of the Elf Clan.
After taking a deep breath, Snow Emperor suppressed her excitement and slowly introduced herself.
"Yunxiao, hello. It's our first meeting. I am Snow Emperor."
"This is my younger sister, Ice Emperor. Her true form is the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion."
Now understanding Yunxiao's purpose here, Snow Emperor immediately grasped why he had confronted Ice Emperor.
For the Soul Beasts, the Douluo Continent was a world where the strong preyed on the weak.
If Yunxiao hadn't possessed overwhelming strength and defeated Ice Emperor, convincing her to join the Elf Clan and evolve into an elf would have been impossible.
After all, how could a strong being ever submit to a weaker one?
By the same logic, if Yunxiao hadn't been powerful, how could he claim to free her and Ice Emperor from the threat of heavenly tribulation?
Facing Snow Emperor's introduction, Yunxiao nodded slightly.
Rising from the Fire King's seat, he then introduced himself in turn.
"Well, Snow Emperor, it's our first meeting. I am Yunxiao."
"I am the leader of the Elf Clan, its king."
"So, Snow Emperor, will you come home with me?"
"You should know, our Elf Clan has its own Small World."
"As long as you return to the Elf Small World to live, not only can you happily coexist with other elves,"
"but you can also cultivate in peace, free from the fear of heavenly tribulation."
Noticing Snow Emperor's lingering hesitation, Yunxiao focused his gaze on her.
As for Ice Emperor, who was hiding behind Snow Emperor and making faces at him, he simply ignored her.
Ice Emperor's opinion?
Ice Emperor's thoughts?
None of that mattered!
Once he secured Snow Emperor's agreement, Ice Emperor would stubbornly follow along.
If the Spirit Hall's "Chrysanthemum" and "Ghost" Douluos were inseparable, never parting ways,
then the two emperors of the Extreme North were likewise inseparable, never to be divided.
Securing Snow Emperor meant getting Ice Emperor as a bonus.
Observing Snow Emperor, lost in thought, Yunxiao couldn't help but admire her.
As a Snow Elf, her appearance was indistinguishable from a human's.
Her snow-white hair cascaded from the back of her head all the way down to her ankles.
Those azure eyes, tempered by the passage of time, could now discern the complexities of right and wrong.
Her slender, graceful figure was flawless in its perfection.
Barefoot in the snow, she stood with an air of purity and unparalleled beauty.
Clad in an ice-blue gown, Snow Emperor wore no adornments upon her attire.
Yet she appeared as noble and unyielding as a winter plum in the frost, standing alone in her splendor.