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The cold wind of Siberia cannot blow away the secrets deep in the ice sea. The seeds of destruction were sleeping in Lu Mingfei's body, and every nightmare was a whisper of doom: "He is watching... The throne is calling..." Escape! Nuonuo took the S-class on the verge of collapse and Chu Zihang, who had lost his memory, on the run in the snow and hunting. The secret party's butcher knife, Gattuso's shadow, and... Those golden pupils that gazed from ancient times! Is he the key? Is it a container? Or... The new emperor? When the shadows covering the sky begin to squirm, when the ancient existence under the frozen soil throbs due to pressure, the bell of the Black King's return has already sounded. Can Lu Mingfei's last quarter of his life be exchanged for the world's respite? Or ignite the final beacon?