Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

But his excellence wasn't just reflected in his soul power, but also in his beliefs. He was a fervent admirer of Zhao Feng, his room was filled with portraits of Zhao Feng, and there was a handwritten copy of Zhao Feng's quotes on his bedside table, which he read every morning and evening.

"Don't be afraid!" the other trainees echoed, their voices clear and powerful.

Su Chen looked at these young people, his eyes welling up with tears. He recalled the days when he fought side by side with Zhao Feng and Lin Mo, those passionate years, and those moments of sharing life and death.

"Alright." Su Chen took a deep breath. "Then, let's go!"

Thirty-three people—Su Chen, Ares, and thirty-one young students—boarded the Soul Guidance Flying Boat and flew towards the far north.

The soul-guided airship sped through the sky, traversing clouds, mountains, and forests. Inside, the trainees were engaged in various activities: some checked their equipment, some rested with their eyes closed, and some conversed in hushed tones. Chen Hao sat in a corner of the airship, holding a handwritten copy of Zhao Feng's sayings, turning the pages one by one.

"Chen Hao." Su Chen walked over to him and sat down. "Are you nervous?"

Chen Hao raised his head and shook his head: "I'm not nervous, I'm just thinking about what Zhao Feng would do if he were here."

Su Chen smiled and said, "Commander Zhao Feng? He'll definitely be the first to charge forward. No matter how strong the enemy is, he'll fight first and worry about the consequences later."

Chen Hao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "What about Lord Lin Mo?"

"Lord Lin Mo?" Su Chen thought for a moment. "He observes the situation first, formulates a plan, and then takes action. His style is the exact opposite of Commander Zhao Feng's; one is calm, and the other is passionate, but they cooperate seamlessly."

"And what about Lady Qianrenxue?" Chen Hao asked again.

Su Chen was silent for a moment, then said, "Lady Qian Renxue, she will stand at the very back, watching over everyone and making sure no one is left behind. She is the gentlest person, and also the strongest."

Chen Hao listened attentively, then asked, "Strategist Su Chen, you've fought alongside them for a century. Is there anything you'd like to say to them?"

Su Chen looked at the clouds drifting by outside the window, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "I want to say thank you. And, I miss you all."

These few simple words contain a century of emotions.

The soul-guided spaceship continued its northward journey, the temperature dropping lower and lower, and snowflakes began to fall outside the window. The far north had arrived.

The far north, the northernmost region of the Douluo Continent, is covered in ice and snow year-round, with temperatures plummeting to tens of degrees below zero. Even Soul Masters find it difficult to survive for long in such an environment. It is sparsely populated, inhabited only by a few cold-resistant Soul Beasts, making it one of the most desolate places on the continent.

The Void Cult's choice to establish a secret base here was indeed a clever one. But no matter how clever they were, they couldn't escape the eyes of the Heavenly Dou Empire's intelligence department.

The soul-guided airship landed on the edge of the far north. Su Chen led the students out of the airship, and a biting cold wind rushed towards them. The students released their soul power to resist the cold.

“Next, we will proceed on foot.” Su Chen pointed north. “Intelligence indicates that the Void Cult’s base is located in the deepest part of the far north, about three hundred miles from here. We will need to walk those three hundred miles.”

"Why can't we use a flying boat?" a student asked.

"Because the airship is too large a target and easily detected," Su Chen explained. "We need to advance covertly and not let the Void Cult detect our arrival."

The trainees nodded in understanding. The thirty-three people stepped onto the snow and headed north. They wore white cloaks, blending into the snow, and were almost invisible unless one looked closely.

The snow was thick, and every step required considerable effort. Moreover, the terrain in the far north was complex, with icy ravines, snow hills, and ice caves; a slight misstep could lead to a fall. Su Chen walked at the front, Ares at the back, and the thirty-one students in the middle, forming a long line.

After walking for about two hours, it gradually got dark. Night falls exceptionally early in the far north, and it is even colder than during the day, with temperatures plummeting to minus sixty or seventy degrees Celsius.

"Let's camp here tonight," Su Chen said, pointing to a sheltered ice cliff. "We'll continue our journey tomorrow."

The trainees began setting up tents and starting fires to cook. Despite the harsh conditions, no one complained; everyone quietly went about their tasks.

Chen Hao sat outside the tent, gazing at the dim northern horizon, lost in thought. Su Chen walked over and handed him a bowl of hot soup: "Drink something hot to warm yourself up."

"Thank you, strategist." Chen Hao took the soup bowl, took a sip, and then said, "Strategist, do you think we can succeed?"

Su Chen sat down beside him, also looking north: "I don't know. But we have to try."

"Why?" Chen Hao asked. "The Void Cult is so powerful, and we only have thirty-three people. What if we fail?"

Su Chen thought for a moment, then said, "Chen Hao, do you know what Commander Zhao Feng once said? He said that success or failure is not important; what matters is whether you are willing to do it. If you don't even have the courage to try, you will never succeed."

Chen Hao was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily: "I understand."

The night grew deeper, and the wind and snow intensified. Outside the tents, snowflakes danced in the wind, rustling softly. Inside, the trainees huddled together for warmth; some were already asleep, while others chatted quietly.

Su Chen didn't sleep. He sat at the tent entrance, watching the wind and snow outside, his mind filled with many thoughts. He thought of Zhao Feng, Lin Mo, and Qian Renxue. He remembered the days they fought side by side, their smiles together, and their final farewell.

"Strategist," Ares's voice came from behind, "you haven't slept for a day and a night, take a rest."

"I'm not sleepy," Su Chen said.

"You need to rest even if you're not sleepy." Ares walked to his side and forcefully draped a thick coat over his shoulders. "We have to travel tomorrow, you can't fall down. You're their backbone, what will happen to them if you collapse?"

Su Chen looked at Ares and gave a wry smile: "Ares, when did you become so long-winded?"

"After following you for so long, I've naturally learned it." Ares grinned, then patted Su Chen's shoulder. "Go to sleep, I'll watch over you."

Su Chen closed his eyes, leaned against the tent, and quickly fell asleep. He had a dream in which Qian Renxue, Zhao Feng, and Lin Mo stood in a golden light, smiling at him.

"Su Chen, keep going," Qian Renxue said.

"Don't give up," Zhao Feng said.

"We believe you," Lin Mo said. (End of Chapter)