Chapter 608

Chapter 608: A Large Piece of Ice Essence

Battle of Immortals and Demons?

Ye Yun paused in surprise at the Ancestor of the Sword Path’s words. The sheer brutality of the battle overwhelmed him—immortals fell like rain, demon gods and Demon Race members collapsed, and human cultivators perished like harvested wheat. The carnage was unimaginable.

“This is the true Battle of Immortals and Demons. Compared to these mighty beings, the Great Qin Empire’s conflicts are mere children’s games,” Ye Yun murmured, his voice trembling.

“Indeed,” the Ancestor of the Sword Path replied solemnly. “This scene feels hauntingly familiar, as though I witnessed it firsthand.”

Ye Yun’s brow furrowed. The Ancestor claimed to have seen the ancient war? But he’d only lived two thousand years. “Ancestor,” Ye Yun pressed, “how could you have witnessed this battle?”

The Ancestor hesitated. “I don’t know. Fragments of memory resurfaced when I saw the Ice Master’s stone tablet.”

A startling idea struck Ye Yun. What if the Ancestor wasn’t two millennia old, but tens of thousands? Who could survive so long—especially as a spirit?

He recalled Hualun, a Golden Core stage expert who’d lingered for a millennium as a spirit in the Hualun Secret Vault. In the Jin Kingdom, Golden Core cultivators were revered, but in the Great Qin Empire, even inner disciples reached that stage. If Hualun lasted a millennium, perhaps the Ancestor—who dismissed Nascent Soul experts—truly spanned ten thousand years?

Ye Yun shelved the thought. Their fates were entwined—if Ye Yun perished, so would the Ancestor. Until their spirits fully merged, the Ancestor’s true past remained veiled.

The stone tablet’s vision continued. After half an hour, the bloodied battlefield stilled. Fewer than twenty figures hovered in the distance before dissolving into light.

“Notice the black dot where they vanished?” the Ancestor said abruptly. “A spatial passage—likely the Demon Realm’s entrance.”

Demon Realm? Ye Yun knew little of it beyond myths. Ancient texts rarely mentioned demon gods, focusing instead on the Demon Race.

“The Three Realms,” the Ancestor explained, sensing Ye Yun’s confusion. “Heavenly Realm, Human Realm, Demon Realm. Demons and humans share this world.”

“But records claim the Demon Race neared extinction ten thousand years ago,” Ye Yun countered. Yet he immediately thought of Shui Qingxuan—Aunt Xuan, Su Ling’s mother, the Spirit Demon Race’s holy woman. Even Su Ling carried Demon Race bloodline, risking possession by ancestral spirits if awakened.

“Rare, not extinct,” the Ancestor said. “Eight centuries ago, I battled a Demon Race powerhouse named Huo Lie. Yet as my spirit recovers, that memory blurs. Perhaps I’ve existed longer—or shorter—than I believe.”

Ye Yun shook his head. “Don’t dwell on it. Once we restore your spirit and forge your divine body, all will become clear.”

Focus returned to the Ice Master’s Tomb. The sixth level of the Ice Tower surely held treasures. But the hall lay empty—no heavenly materials or earthly treasures in sight.

Undeterred, Ye Yun probed with his mental intent. A coin-sized area defied his senses. Kneeling, he channeled true qi into the spot.

*Crack!*

Behind him, the Ice Master’s Tomb split open. Dazzling icy light flooded the chamber, revealing a half-height block of pure Ice Essence hidden within the stone tablet.