IMMORTAL ICE EMPRESS: PATH TO VENGEANCE - Season 3 Episode 30

Mira slept like a baby that night and almost felt like she was reborn. She didn’t have to worry about being attacked, she was constantly on edge, and she was able to take a break from all of the training and fighting.

Even during the last 2 weeks in the Secret Realm were still a bit stressful since she needed to focus on healing her body. Some might say that she was just being paranoid when she literally had a Phoenix to watch over her, but Mira would definitely spit in their face at those naive thoughts! What is a mere Phoenix in the face of an Immortal? What if there was a being like Kayda hiding in the Secret Realm and they hold malicious intent towards her??

Knowing just how truly dangerous the Secret Realm is made her extremely wary and stressed even when she felt relatively safe.

After making it out of the Secret Realm and back to the Sect, naturally Mira wouldn’t feel worried about any enemies. Even if someone at the Peak of the Mortal Realm showed up at her doorstep for whatever reason, she still wouldn’t have much of a reason to be frightened.

She could just hop on Elenei’s back and run away if things went south, but the possibility of something like that happening is, in her mind, zero. There is no way some old monster would confront a bunch of newbies for such insignificant resources.

With these thoughts, Mira was able to sleep with no worries in her heart. By the time she woke up, an entire day had passed.

Mira woke up with a yawn and decided to do some light stretches, something she doesn’t normally do. After she was done stretching she walked over to the mirror in order to get a good look at herself.

Believe it or not, but Mira actually hasn’t had a good look at herself in a long time. All she knows is that she’s a beauty, or at least her face is. Her body, although extremely fit and delicate looking, doesn’t have the curves or charms of a more mature woman. She doesn’t have that classic hourglass figure, but Mira doesn’t mind. She actually prefers her current body rather than having a succubus body.

As for her face, how should she know what she looks like? She’s wearing a mask 24/7.

So when Mira stood in front of the mirror and got a good look at herself, she was stunned at just how beautiful her face was. That combined with her naturally cold and aloof expression made her look like a pure and untouchable beauty, almost like a goddess.

Her face was silky smooth without a single blemish, her lips were neither too large nor too small and they had a shade of pink to them that only furthered her charm. Her nose was quite small, but it fit her face perfectly. Her cheeks had a natural red tint to them and were plump and full of life. Mira might even say that they are very ‘pinchable’ cheeks… if someone wanted to get their hands cut off, that is. Just these features alone made her look like a princess, but her truly striking features were her eyes and hair.

Her once wine-red eyes had now changed slightly and looked blood-red. It was a subtle change, but brought with it significant consequences. If one were to look into her eyes for too long, someone with a weak will or mental capacity would feel as if their soul was dragged onto an ancient battlefield. Blood, limbs, guts, and corpses littered the ground forming literal mountains with small streams of blood dripping down these corpse mountains, soaking into the ground painting it red. On top of the highest mountain sat a lone woman with long silvery hair and blood-red eyes. It was impossible to tell anything else about the woman as there isn’t a spot on her body that isn’t tainted by either her blood or her enemy’s.

Although Mira was ignorant of how she looked, she wasn’t so stupid to think that nothing happened and this change was normal. That being said, she knew what caused this change and there’s not much she could do about it.

She sighed and looked at her last major feature, her hair. She knew her hair used to be a bright silver and it still is, there are just a few changes. Her silver hair now had streaks of icy blue highlights running down her hair while the shine her silver hair gave off was cold and icy versus the brightness it used to have.

“Damn. I really am beautiful in this life. Even I would fuck myself. I bet my face could even make women lust after me. Sigh… I really am so good looking that even I’m jealous of myself.”

Mira murmured to herself while a certain Phoenix felt her lips twitching at how Mira shamelessly praised herself, but she did have to admit that Mira’s face really is too beautiful. Even in the Immortal Realm, such beauty is hard to come by and she’ll only get prettier the further along she goes in cultivation. Even she is slightly tempted by that beautiful face. She couldn’t help feeling a bit envious of Mira and at the same time felt a sense of defeat looking at Mira’s face.

After thoroughly checking herself out, Mira also noticed that the aura surrounding her body was quite different than in the past. In the past, she gave off a cold, untouchable, and unapproachable aura, but now her aura gave off the feeling of dread and death. It wasn’t by much and one would have to examine her carefully to notice it, but it’s definitely there.

Mira sighed once again knowing that this is the consequence of her actions when she ‘switched’ personalities during her fight with Celaine and Maria.

Thinking back on it, using this aura back then was definitely reckless and wasn’t needed to win the fight, but she couldn’t help it. It’s been a long time since she was knocked around like that and her emotions were becoming unstable at that point. Anger, shame, humiliation, a bit of pride, more anger, enjoyment, a sense of defeat, and even more anger.

Mira wished she could say some lame excuse at how she normally isn’t like this, but that simply isn’t true. She has her own pride, the pride of someone who has crawled their way to the top time and time again. The pride of someone who has died and forced to restart in a new world, only to reach the peak of strength in that world too.

She probably wouldn’t feel so bad if she was defeated by someone who’s lived for hundreds or perhaps thousands of years, but her pride won’t allow her to be defeated by a couple of brats. Brats that she helped train, no less.

So, in her flurry of emotions and haste to contain them, this dreadful aura filled with death came to light. Something that should’ve stayed hidden deep inside her, never to come out.

Mind you, this aura is far from normal. It’s not like killing intent where it grows the more she kills, nor is it a kind of aura like the cold and unapproachable one that she gives off. It also has nothing to do with Qi or the body.

It’s a bit hard to describe, but in a way, this aura is similar to killing intent in the way that it can grow when someone dies. Except the person that has to die for it to grow is not someone else, but Mira herself!

Yes, this is an aura that only people who have died and lived to tell the tale can have! And how many times has Mira died? 10! 10 Times!

Even if someone did die and for whatever reason they were resurrected or reincarnated or something, it’s pretty much impossible for it to happen that many times. And even if it did, their aura wouldn’t be nearly as scary as Mira’s.

This is mainly because even when Mira’s body dies, she is still painfully aware of what happens after. Her soul is trapped inside her dead body until it’s forcibly removed and implanted into another body that’s never had a soul: i.e a fetus.

The more Mira thought about this the more depressed she became so she had to stop thinking about such things before she does something she’ll regret…

“Whatever. I’ll deal with this shit later. For now, let’s just go see if the others are awake and maybe take a walk around the Sect.”