Chapter 1639: Chapter 1263: Heavenly Gate—Three Realms! Rescue
At this moment, it was as if the Monk sensed something. He softly chanted, "All day I look at the sky without lifting my head; only when cherry blossoms begin to bloom do I raise my eyes. Even if you have a Sky-covering Net, once one slips through that tight gate, it’s all over anyway..."
As his voice fell, his forehead slowly lifted. A dazzling streak of radiance flashed from his brow like reflected light—only, it was actually a mirror.
Within that mirror, the image of Snow God Mountain, shrouded in cloud and mist, appeared in stark relief. The Heavenly Gate atop the Divine Mountain was fully displayed within the mirror: the exquisitely carved beams and eaves of the Divine Temple perched upon the icy peak corresponded with the vast and imposing grand doors of the great hall—small within large, large within small. Behind the gate stretched a long corridor like a beast choosing its prey, adding a powerful sense of depth and lending the scene an unfathomable air of mystery.
Almost at the same moment the Divine Temple appeared in the mirror, a blurred figure on the topmost level of the temple was also reflected.
The instant the Monk Emperor saw that figure, he suddenly perceived, from deep within that hazy figure’s Body, a streak of sinful, blood-colored light.
"That is..."
His eyes widened abruptly, as though beholding something arcane and terrifying. Even his heart, calm as a still well, suddenly shuddered twice. He felt a wicked Blood Sea erupt in his mind; the Blood Sea heaved up to form a ferocious face, and a boundless stench of blood, accompanied by a savage, hideous cackle, crashed madly against his Spirit, nearly driving him into complete Mental loss.
"Suppress!"
At that critical instant, the Monk Emperor gave a low shout. His hand formed a Dharma Seal, and he employed the Karma Transfer Technique, rapidly steadying his mind. Only with great effort did he manage to regain control of his Spirit, hurriedly refraining from further probing the source of that blood light, and with a pale face he forced himself to maintain the Heart Mirror’s State.
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"The Heavenly Gate is divided into the Three Realms. In the past, if someone was captured and imprisoned, they were locked in the third layer, the Undisturbed Human Realm. Those with higher strength and status would be imprisoned in the second layer, the Zi Zai Territory... Someone like Wu Ming, a Martial Arts Legend, is likely locked in the deepest part of the Ice Prison within the Zi Zai Territory."
Amid the mountains, everyone advanced toward the Heavenly Gate according to the route pointed out by the Ice Emperor, all the way avoiding the dark sentries and guards spread throughout the Heavenly Gate within the range. Hearing the Ice Emperor’s speculation, Jiang Dali frowned and spoke.
"With your status in the Heavenly Gate, when Shakyamuni first captured Wu Ming and imprisoned him, are you saying you weren’t clear whether Wu Ming was locked in the second-layer Ice Prison or not? If even you don’t know, then given Wu Ming’s identity and strength, is it possible he was imprisoned in the third layer, the Void Sacred Realm?"
"Impossible!"
Luo Xian shook her head in denial and said flatly, "The Lord has always lived alone in the Void Sacred Realm and has never allowed a second person to stay there with him. The Void Sacred Realm is the Lord’s private space. Even when I approached it in the past, I would be punished by the Lord, so Wu Ming could never have been imprisoned within the Void Sacred Realm."
"It seems... this Void Sacred Realm is where Shakyamuni hides his secrets. Makes sense. That old monster has lived for over a thousand years and experienced so many things; he must have plenty of secrets he doesn’t want anyone to know. Having a private space he doesn’t want outsiders to learn about is perfectly normal. Just like my Resurrection Point..."
Jiang Dali thought to himself, and at once dispelled his doubts. He continued to follow the directions of the Ice Emperor and Luo Xian, taking every shortcut and hidden passage to infiltrate directly into the Heavenly Gate.
No wonder he still harbored suspicions about the two’s words up to now.
The main reason was that when the two of them first came to defect, they had actually managed to blind his panel’s ability to sense hostility, so that from beginning to end he had never detected anything strange about them. Only later did he learn that they had used a special method within their Cultivation Technique to retract the hostility in their hearts. With intent against no intent, they had made him misjudge them.
However, now that he was deliberately on guard, with Mo Feiyuan’s specially developed poison as additional control, and given that everyone present was an expert among experts, the slightest evil thought from these two would cause the subtle fluctuations in their Spirit to be detected in advance.
After the time of three incense sticks, the group, having avoided numerous dark sentries and defenses along the way, entered deeper into the Heavenly Gate via a tunnel carved through the mountain, taking a shortcut directly up to the second layer, the Zi Zai Territory.
Throughout this entire process, everyone felt that with the guidance of these two high-ranking insiders of the Divine Sect, the Ice Emperor and Luo Xian, the journey was indeed smooth and unobstructed, avoiding the trouble of alerting the enemy. Only the Ice Emperor and Luo Xian themselves felt a trace of strangeness in their hearts.
Because this trip had gone far too smoothly. Given their understanding of the airtight defenses within the Heavenly Gate, even with the two of them doing their utmost to lead the way and detour around heavily guarded zones, it should not have been easy enough to avoid even a single patrol of guards.
They had even previously warned about the risk of encountering guards along the way, yet now this abnormal smoothness...
"What are you thinking about?"
Yin Zhong was the first to sense the stirrings in their thoughts. His cold gaze flashed as it locked onto the two, and he transmitted a stern question.
Luo Xian’s brows knitted slightly, but her expression remained calm as she spoke the truth. "Something’s wrong."
"What?"
Everyone’s expression changed; they all halted in their tracks.
The Ice Emperor nodded. "Too smooth. Our entire journey has been far too smooth. Even if you’ve used some method to blind the Lord’s Primordial Spirit senses, the fact that we haven’t even encountered so much as a single patrolling guard along the way is abnormal, given the Heavenly Gate’s strict defenses."
As he spoke, he and Luo Xian exchanged a glance and saw in each other’s eyes a flicker of fear, unease, and resignation.
Most likely, Shakyamuni had already seen through everything that was about to happen here.
"Cut the crap!"
Jiang Dali’s gaze turned icy and he transmitted, "Take us to the Ice Prison. Now."
The Ice Emperor exhaled lightly. "Continue forward for eighty Zhang, then circle around the mechanisms of the three-layer Ice Sect gate and you’ll reach the Ice Prison."
Nobody dared to hesitate; they immediately sped ahead.
After circling past the mechanisms of the three-layer Ice Sect gate, they indeed saw ahead a row upon row of Ice Prisons, glittering and translucent under the light, sparkling so brightly they stabbed at the eyes.
Each of these Ice Prisons was sculpted from Profound Ice harder than refined steel. Within them, figures were imprisoned or even encased in ice; the sight was shocking. In the deepest part, in an Ice Prison built around a massive ice pillar, a blue-robed figure of extraordinary bearing was bound by chains.
"Wu Ming!"
The Sword Saint’s eyes suddenly erupted with an unprecedented radiance, like two swords thrusting straight at the blue-robed figure within the Ice Prison. His Body moved first, crossing the crisscrossed path of shattered ice like a blade, charging straight toward Wu Ming.
"Save him!"
Although Jiang Dali felt that the situation was unnaturally, suspiciously smooth, the figure of Wu Ming stood right before his eyes; the main goal of this operation was about to be realized.
Even if it were a mountain of blades or a sea of fire, he had to charge in now. He stomped his foot, his figure shooting out like a cannonball, his robes and cloak whipping wildly in the wind as he streaked toward the Ice Prison...
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