At the foot of Demon Suppression Mountain,
Ye Yu and the others arrived, following the information provided by Luo Ze.
They managed to locate a massive stone tablet on the northern side.
Eroded by time,
the characters on the tablet were completely unreadable.
Yun Roumu stepped forward,
placing her hand on the stone tablet
and chanting an incantation.
The tablet emitted a brilliant light,
slowly sinking into the ground
and revealing a narrow entrance.
The moment it appeared,
the previously clear sky
suddenly filled with dark clouds.
The atmosphere turned dim and ominous,
and faint wails echoed from the entrance,
sending a chill down everyone’s spine.
The Saint Son of Feiyun Pavilion, Liu Ge, slender and always maintaining a cold demeanor,
stepped forward to the entrance.
He said in a steady voice, “Let me go first and check the path ahead for everyone.”
With that, Liu Ge strode into the opening.
Feiyun Pavilion’s Saint Daughter, Yuan Mingjing, followed closely behind.
Seeing this,
the Saint Sons and Saint Daughters of Crying Spirit Valley and Xiaoyao Palace, unwilling to be left behind, entered one after another.
However, the Saint Son of Tianshu Mountain, Zhou Qifan, didn’t rush for the path.
Instead, he approached Ye Yu
and said quietly, “I’ve long heard of the renowned Saint Son Ye Yu of Qingyun Sect, and now that we meet, it feels like fate.
Tianshu Mountain and Qingyun Sect have always been close allies.
When this is over, we should meet up for a drink!”
He even mimicked the motion of drinking,
showing a friendly and hearty nature.
Ye Yu didn’t mind this sociable gesture, responding with a polite smile.
Without lingering, Zhou Qifan and the Saint Daughter of Tianshu Mountain, Zeng Ling, soon entered as well.
In the blink of an eye,
only Ye Yu and Yun Roumu remained outside the entrance.
This made Ye Yu feel a bit uneasy.
He remarked, “What’s up with these people?
The Heavenly Thunder Annihilation Talisman is in my hands.
Why are they in such a hurry to go in?”
Yun Roumu explained, “It’s said that Lin Fengyuan possesses a powerful artifact.
It’s with this artifact
that he managed to gain such an infamous reputation.
Some speculate it’s a semi-immortal weapon; others think it’s a supreme technique.
But what exactly this artifact is, no one knows.
The Saint Sons and Saint Daughters likely want to seize it while the seal is still in place and Lin Fengyuan is immobilized.
They’re hoping to grab it before he fully awakens.”
Ye Yu raised an eyebrow.
“That’s some courage. Trying to rob a tiger of its prey—what a risky move!”
“There’s no other way. A powerful artifact or technique can change a cultivator’s entire life.
To stand atop the path to enlightenment and survive, one must gamble their life.”
Yun Roumu’s voice held a note of resignation.
Ye Yu was taken aback.
Though her words sounded harsh,
they were undeniably true.
A powerful technique or artifact can indeed change a person’s fate.
And in the cultivation world, few top resources come without risk.
Ye Yu’s initial failure to understand their actions
stemmed from his smooth path thus far.
Whether it was artifacts or techniques, he had access to everything he needed.
If he worked diligently in his dream simulations,
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he could materialize anything—it was only a matter of time.
But for them, things were different.
To gain something, they had to fight.
Ye Yu’s gaze turned resolute.
Perhaps the artifact on Lin Fengyuan was the “opportunity” Hong Luan had mentioned.
If so,
he, too, needed to take his chance!
With that, Ye Yu and Yun Roumu strode forward into the entrance.
Once inside,
Ye Yu could finally see the mountain’s true structure.
The entire mountain was hollowed out.
Looking around, he saw
countless talismans affixed to the walls of the inner chamber.
Even after tens of thousands of years,
these talismans still emitted a faint glow.
Looking down,
the bottom was obscured in darkness.
The other Saint Sons and Saint Daughters
were descending slowly.
Ye Yu and Yun Roumu followed suit, descending as well.
The descent was deep.
After traveling nearly a thousand meters down,
they finally reached the bottom.
Upon landing,
Ye Yu couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
There stood an enormous ice coffin, upright,
inside of which was a young man wearing a red mask and a daoist robe.
He looked still, as if in a deep slumber.
The exterior of the ice coffin was bound by countless golden chains.
Looking closely,
it was even possible to see
these golden chains pulsing faintly, almost like living things.
Additionally,
at every corner of the chamber stood massive statues of mythical beasts,
as if they were guardians.
So, this was the scene of a demon sealed for thirty thousand years?
Quite the spectacle.
Liu Ge of Feiyun Pavilion took a step forward.
But he was quickly blocked by Lu Anqing of Crying Spirit Valley.
“What do you think you’re doing? That’s a demon; I suggest you be cautious and don’t get too close.”
Liu Ge’s face was cold. “Thirty thousand years ago, the demon Lin Fengyuan stole an artifact from Feiyun Pavilion.
Before I kill him, I need to retrieve that artifact.
Anyone who tries to stop me will die!”
As he finished,
the Saint Daughter of Feiyun Pavilion, Yuan Mingjing, stepped to Liu Ge’s side.
She didn’t speak,
but the sword in her hand said everything.
Qi Huan, the Saint Son of Xiaoyao Palace, laughed heartily. “What a convenient excuse—I’d like to use that one too.
Thirty thousand years ago, that demon clearly stole an artifact from Xiaoyao Palace.
So, I’d suggest none of you interfere.”
Lu Anqing smirked,
his gaze shifting between Liu Ge and Qi Huan,
and he said solemnly, “The artifact on Lin Fengyuan is destined for Crying Spirit Valley.
So, I advise you all to not waste your energy.
It wouldn’t be worth dying here over it!”
At this moment,
around the ice coffin,
the forces of Feiyun Pavilion, Crying Spirit Valley, and Xiaoyao Palace formed a tense standoff.
All of them coveted Lin Fengyuan’s artifact.
Meanwhile, the members of Qingyun Sect and Tianshu Mountain remained still.
Zhou Qifan smiled, glancing at Ye Yu,
and communicated telepathically, “Friend, aren’t you tempted to join in?”
Ye Yu replied calmly, “Now’s not the time to join in on the excitement. The real winner is the one who strikes last.
Aren’t you waiting too?”
Upon hearing this,
Zhou Qifan’s smile grew even wider.
Ye Yu, on the other hand, focused his attention on the ice coffin.
Everyone was talking about an artifact, an artifact.
But no one knew exactly what it was.
With so much uncertainty,
Ye Yu wasn’t about to rush in blindly.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. That’s the most sensible approach.
“Crack!”
A faint sound suddenly broke the silence.
Everyone present, being skilled cultivators,
heard it clearly.
They instinctively looked around,
trying to determine the source of the sound.
But Ye Yu’s expression shifted, and he took a step back.
He saw clearly
that Lin Fengyuan’s eyes inside the ice coffin had opened.
In the next moment,
the statues of the four mythical beasts shattered, and the golden chains snapped piece by piece.
Cracks spread across the surface of the ice coffin.