The winds of change stir once more in the Xuanwu Alliance.
All Holy Lands and Ancient Martial families are heading to the Cold Martial Land one after another.
"In recent years, the Cold Martial Land has been as calm as ever, without any major events. Why then have the Fang Family and Luoyue Immortal Palace suddenly joined forces to investigate?"
Soone was puzzled. If there were truly treasures manifesting, there would surely have been signs causing alarm.
Yet, over the years, there hasn’t been any news from the Cold Martial Land, leaving people baffled.
"Luoyue Immortal Palace has explored that restricted zone for thousands of years. Their high-profile action now is not without reason. Perhaps they’ve discovered treasures left behind from ancient tis!"
People are all discussing it, and more and more cultivators are heading to the Cold Martial Land.
Regardless, as long as you go to the Cold Martial Land, you might learn sothing. If there really are treasures erging, you might end up with nothing if you arrive too late.
...
The forest was silent, filled with a sense of death that made one hesitate to proceed.
At this mont, Mo Wangchen and others had already set foot in the Cold Martial Land. Here, ancient trees reached the sky, with lush green leaves.
They moved forward a hundred miles. Although this was still just the outer boundary, it was already full of many dangers.
"If we continue forward, we still don’t know what kind of danger lies ahead. The Curse Power here is too strong. Along the way, my Heavenly chanism Mansion has already lost two elders."
"For many years, Luoyue Immortal Palace has wandered in this area. The Spirit Grass Divine dicine here has long been collected by them. Only by moving forward can we gain opportunities."
"That would be too dangerous. Along the way, we encountered many skeletal remains. So had long been weathered into fragnts, who knows how many ages have fallen. If we continue forward, our fate may very well be the sa as those before us."
At this mont, strong individuals from various forces followed Mo Wangchen and the others into the hundred-mile area of the Cold Martial Land.
If they continued forward, they would be going deeper, where the Curse Power was even more terrifying, along with many unknown dangers.
"Speaking of which, haven’t you noticed? Along the way, our sides have lost experts, but why do the people from Luoyue Immortal Palace seem unaffected by the Curse Power?"
"I indeed noticed. Perhaps with their years of exploration, they know how to avoid the Curse Power. Moreover, their team consists of deeply powerful individuals. Compared to others, their survival rate is naturally much higher."
"They’ve started to move!" Soone spoke, seeing Mo Wangchen and his party continue forward after a montary pause.
"Do we keep following?"
"It’s too dangerous inside. I can feel it. The Curse Power there is at least several tis stronger than here. My Spirit Sea is nearly exhausted. If we continue inside, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist any longer."
"What are you afraid of? If they dare to go, why don’t we?" an elder from an Ancient Martial family spoke, then no longer hesitated and continued to follow closely behind Mo Wangchen’s party.
"So cold!"
"The curse of the Cold Martial Land has strengthened. Everyone, protect yourselves with Spiritual Power and do not get separated."
Following behind Mo Wangchen’s party, strong individuals from various forces continued deeper by more than a dozen miles. As they moved inward, they could increasingly feel the icy cold energy suffusing the air around them, becoming ever more chilling.
"Spirit Grass!"
Not far away, beneath an ancient tree, a white Spirit Grass was growing. Soone exclaid, "Purple Frost Holy Leaf!?"
"It’s said that if you can extract the essence from the Purple Frost Holy Leaf, just one stalk could revive the dead and regrow flesh and bones!"
Everyone’s eyes shone. Purple Frost Holy Leaf has only existed in ancient texts, and no one in the present age has witnessed it firsthand. It is a heaven-defying Holy dicine.
"Since we all discovered this dicine together, it should be shared fairly. Let this old man gather it, and we’ll divide it once we leave." A Saint Master’s elder spoke and went to the bottom of the tree.
He bent down and picked the Purple Frost Holy Leaf in one go.
"Crack, crack, crack!"
However, just as he felt excited and was about to turn back, he suddenly discovered that layers of frost were forming on his arm, rapidly spreading over his entire body.
"My hand..."
The elder’s expression changed drastically as the terrifying cold assaulted him. He could feel that his arm had already lost sensation. If the frost continued to spread, it wouldn’t be long before he turned into an ice sculpture.
"Save quickly!" he shouted in a panic, Spiritual Power continuously pouring out from his Spirit Sea, attempting to expel the cold energy, yet to no avail.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a fierce light flew through the air and promptly fell upon the elder’s arm, chopping it off entirely, and blood splattered.
"Ah!" he scread, his face turning extrely pale, contorted with pain.
"This is Ice Demon Netherworld Grass, not the Purple Frost Holy Leaf you think it is. This grass has absorbed imnsely strong cold energy, having grown in the Cold Martial Land for thousands of years. I suggest you all leave, so you won’t perish in vain here."
Not far ahead, the Luoyue Saint Master coldly snorted; if he hadn’t acted and severed the elder’s arm to stop the frost’s spread, the elder would have already perished.
"Tha... Thank you, senior!"
The elder’s face was pale, blood continually flowing from his severed arm. Despite the unbearable pain, compared to losing his life, he felt much more fortunate.
After speaking, he turned without hesitation and swiftly retreated the way he ca, unwilling to stay another mont.
Seeing this, everyone exchanged glances; apparently, everything here was too bizarre, seemingly sacred dicines turned out to be so deadly.
Eventually, so couldn’t withstand their fear and also turned to leave, but relatively, most people remained.
They believed that with Fang Yuan and the Luoyue Saint Master personally taking action, things couldn’t be simple. There might indeed be Ancient Treasures here.
As they say, ’wealth is sought amidst danger.’ If they couldn’t muster such courage, how could they speak of opportunities?
"Let’s continue forward. The Curse Power here is too strong now and accompanies many unknown dangers. Since they won’t listen, there’s no need to pay further attention," Mo Wangchen spoke.
Fang Yuan and others nodded, then quickened their pace and went further inside.
"Be careful. When I ca in earlier, there was a special area ahead containing an ancient Array that hadn’t been activated. We don’t know how long it has existed. Let’s detour and avoid getting close to it, lest the Array activates, and we don’t know what will happen."
Moving forward another twenty miles, Fang Yuan spoke, reminding everyone.
"An ancient Array?"
Mo Wangchen slightly frowned. This restricted zone was indeed too strange. An Array that old still hadn’t disappeared.
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