Chapter 607

Chapter 607: The Stone Tablet?

The stone tablet vanished, revealing a row of stone steps leading downward into the darkness.

Ye Yun was puzzled. The steps descended instead of ascending. Could the sixth level of the Ice Tower truly lie below? It seemed odd.

But he quickly remembered: the Ice Tower was riddled with spatial arrays and restrictions. What appeared to lead down might actually ascend, and vice versa.

After a brief pause, Ye Yun stepped onto the stone steps and began his descent.

The steps felt solid underfoot—no illusion, at least to his senses. He detected no shifts in spatial laws from the steps, leaving two possibilities: either his grasp of spatial laws was too weak to sense them, or the steps were genuine, not an illusion.

Though his understanding of spatial laws was shallow, it was refined. Any ordinary spatial manipulation would have been detectable. Since no fluctuations existed here, the steps were likely real.

After descending for mere moments, the darkness lifted, revealing a vast hall.

Four coiled-dragon jade pillars towered upward, supporting the ceiling. At the center stood a stone tablet, smooth and luminous like polished jade.

"Ice Master’s Tomb."

The sixth level was empty save for this tablet. Ye Yun stared, baffled. Another Ice Master’s Tomb?

“Why is there no icy essence here? Just another tomb marker? How many Ice Master’s Tombs exist in this Secret Vault?” he muttered.

“Could the Ice Master truly be buried here?” The Ancestor of the Sword Path’s voice held disbelief.

“If so, this tomb is unworthy of his status,” Ye Yun frowned. “A Tenth-Level Nascent Soul restriction? Ice Master was one of humanity’s Ten Great Holy Sovereigns. His true resting place would incinerate Earth Immortal realm experts, not bar those above Fifth-Level Nascent Soul.”

“Exactly,” the Ancestor agreed. “This must be a memorial erected by descendants, not his actual grave.”

“Then let’s investigate,” Ye Yun said, leaping ten zhang to the tablet. He pressed his palm against it, channeling icy essence into the stone.

But the energy halted half an inch from the surface, scattering into nothingness.

“Restrictions guard this tablet,” the Ancestor observed. “Break them, and we may find heavenly materials, treasures, or the Ice Master’s secrets.”

Ye Yun focused his spirit perception on the tablet. After long moments, he found no trace of elemental laws—ice, fire, lightning, sword intent—nothing. Only an unknown energy shielded the stone, neither spiritual nor true qi.

Forming a sword-finger, Ye Yun stabbed at the tablet, expecting resistance. Yet as he struck, a black-white light flickered in his brow. A faint energy stream surged ahead of his strike.

*Pop.* His finger pierced the barrier, touching cold, smooth stone.

The tablet’s gentle glow flared violently, flooding the hall with light. When it faded, the stone displayed a horrifying scene:

A blood-red sky. Shattered earth. Countless lights clashing above.

Experts—human sovereigns, demon lords, ethereal immortals, hulking demon gods—filled the air, battling savagely. Each strike ruptured space, their spilled power vaporizing rivers and crumbling mountains. Bodies fell like rain, souls screaming before being obliterated.

“The Battle of Immortals and Demons…” The Ancestor’s voice trembled. “Ten thousand years ago. Even saints of the Earth Immortal realm perished like insects here.”

Ye Yun stood frozen. Why would this apocalyptic vision appear on the Ice Master’s Tomb?

As the scene faded, he stared at the tablet, deep in thought.