Chapter 596

Chapter 596: Frightening Images

The hundred zhang of icy coldness transformed into a roaring river!

In an instant, the massive icy essence gathered above Ye Yun’s head. With a low shout, he condensed it into a giant ice fist that smashed violently against the stone tablet marked "Ice Master’s Tomb."

Simple. Brutal.

Normally, anyone seeing the words "Ice Master’s Tomb" would tremble in awe, not daring to disrespect it. Even those unfamiliar with the Ice Master could guess such a title belonged to a supreme being. Though unclear why his tomb lay in this Secret Vault, it spoke volumes about the vault master’s power.

Yet Ye Yun attacked without hesitation, channeling the frigid energy of a hundred zhang into his punch—enough to freeze a Third Level Nascent Soul expert solid.

Outside the Ice Tower, such a feat would’ve been impossible. But here, after comprehending the Ice Element Law, his power multiplied tenfold.

Boom!

The arrogant punch struck the tomb’s tablet. Light flashed as the earth shook violently.

Blue icy essence exploded outward, blooming like a dazzling ice flower in the distance.

But the stone tablet remained pristine—no cracks, no frost. Its rough surface looked utterly ordinary, the kind even a Qi refining stage disciple could shatter. Yet it mocked Ye Yun’s efforts, unharmed.

Ye Yun’s eyebrow twitched. He’d expected resistance, but this defied logic.

"This tablet’s bizarre," muttered the Ancestor of the Sword Path. "Common stone shouldn’t withstand your strike."

"I’ve checked repeatedly," Ye Yun frowned. "No hidden mechanisms or spells. Just… ordinary rock."

"Try other elements," the ancestor suggested.

Ye Yun nodded, already moving. Purple lightning crackled around his fist as thunder boomed.

The thunderous punch illuminated everything in violet light—yet the tablet stayed intact.

Undeterred, Ye Yun unleashed a barrage—Fire Spirit Qi, Ice Spirit Qi, sword intent, spatial laws, raw true qi. Explosions rocked the chamber, but the tablet endured.

"Impossible," Ye Yun breathed. His spiritual energy flowed freely through the stone, confirming its mundanity. How?

The Ancestor of the Sword Path fell silent, equally baffled despite his vast knowledge.

As Ye Yun pressed his palm against the tablet, the long-dormant Heart of Immortals and Demons flared at his brow. Black-white light shot forth, connecting him to the stone.

A vision exploded in his mind:

Countless beasts and twisted humanoid creatures clashed with humans under a sky torn by Sword Energy and blade lights. Mountains crumbled, seas boiled. Demon Race members toppled entire ranges with gestures. Human cultivators—each radiating power dwarfing Tian Yunzi’s—were slaughtered like wheat. Blood rained as Heavenly Tribulation Realm kings and Demon Realm generals fell alongside Heavenly immortals.

"Battle of Immortals and Demons?" Ye Yun gasped, soul nearly shredded by the vision’s residual killing intent. He ripped his hand away, trembling.

"I saw it too," whispered the Ancestor of the Sword Path, voice unsteady. "Ten thousand years ago… Those monsters must be the Devil Race."

"Demons that could shatter mountains…" Ye Yun murmured. "And human cultivators needing Earth Immortal realm strength just to participate…"

"Exactly." The ancestor’s tone turned grave. "What we consider supreme today were mere foot soldiers then."

Ye Yun stared at the unassuming tablet. Why preserve such horrors? What secrets did the Ice Master bury here?

Suddenly, the tablet erupted with blinding blue light, engulfing everything within a hundred zhang.