Chapter 610

Chapter 610: The Ice and Snow World

The spatial whirlpool with the blue shadow shimmered faintly, as if something flickered within.

Ye Yun didn’t hesitate. Having come this far, he couldn’t leave without investigating.

This trip to the Secret Vault had already been fruitful. With the Divine Rhythm Crimson Fruit to heal Su Ling, most of his goals were achieved. He’d also gained treasures left by the Ice Master, boosted his cultivation level, and mastered the Ice Spirit Divine Palm.

Yet, he still regretted not finding the soul fragment of the Ancestor of the Sword Path. He’d assumed it would be in this vault, but it turned out the vault wasn’t created by a saint of the Immortal Sword Sect. Instead, it was likely the work of a king linked to the Ice Master.

Overall, Ye Yun had gained plenty. Even if he found nothing on the seventh level, it mattered little.

He stepped into the blue whirlpool. Bright light flashed, followed by biting cold. Ye Yun now stood in a frozen wasteland, thick snowflakes falling endlessly, shrouding the world.

Another illusion formed by a spatial magical array. Strangely, despite Ye Yun’s grasp of spatial laws, he couldn’t decipher the array’s structure, locate its core, or sense any spatial fluctuations. It felt utterly real, not an illusion.

Ye Yun scanned the endless white landscape. The icy expanse stretched beyond sight, vast beyond measure—yet it was fake, crafted by the spatial array.

He inhaled deeply, letting the cold envelop him harmlessly. This chill would’ve frozen even Third or Fourth Level Nascent Soul experts, forcing them to retreat. But Ye Yun, tempered by the Ice Master’s trials, remained untouched. Had his icy essence not reached its limit, he might’ve absorbed all the cold around him.

Nothing but white stretched endlessly. Ye Yun spread his spirit perception, covering a hundred zhang. Though his range was wider, a hundred zhang was his limit for total clarity. Still, he found nothing—only snow and ice.

“This snowfield feels real,” Ye Yun murmured, awed by the craftsmanship. Such skill surpassed his understanding, a testament to the Ice Master’s legacy.

“Naturally! The Ice Master ranks among humanity’s ten supreme saints. His arrays are beyond our comprehension,” the Ancestor of the Sword Path said solemnly.

This secret realm, hidden in the void’s layers, had surfaced flawlessly for millennia. Its creator’s power was terrifying—enough to dwarf the entire Great Qin Empire.

“But this might not be the Ice Master’s work. His methods would be even grander,” the Ancestor added.

Ye Yun nodded. “True. Still, this is astounding. Only a late-stage Earth Immortal could achieve this. Isn’t the Ice Master himself a peak Earth Immortal?”

The Ancestor fell silent before replying gravely, “My memories… blur. The Ice Master and his peers—though labeled Earth Immortals—felt no different from true immortals. Perhaps the distinction is merely nominal.”

Ye Yun’s eyes sharpened. If Earth Immortals rivaled celestials, then so-called “immortals” might be less mythic than assumed. But to him, the gap remained vast.

“I’ve secured the Divine Rhythm Crimson Fruit for Ling’er and grown stronger. Next, we find your other soul fragments. Once restored, you’ll remember everything. I suspect you’re no mere Nascent Soul—maybe an Earth Immortal king,” Ye Yun said.

The Ancestor chuckled. “True. As my soul strengthens, my memories shift. That ‘powerful demon’ I mentioned earlier? How could it have sundered my soul? One fragment lies in the Great Qin Empire’s palace. After this, we must infiltrate it.”

Ye Yun agreed. The Ancestor had long mentioned one soul in the palace and another sealed elsewhere. Since this vault held nothing, the palace became urgent. They couldn’t delay until after returning to the Jin Kingdom.

In the Ice Tower’s fifth layer, the Ancestor’s ancient mental intent on the Meteor Arrow had been reclaimed. Though it didn’t strengthen him, it left a faint imprint.

The second soul required stealth, not force. After leaving, Ye Yun could join the Great Qin Empire’s selection for the Moon Goddess Palace’s Grand Battle of a Hundred Nations. Qualification might grant palace access.

The third soul’s location eluded them, hinting at the Ancestor’s extraordinary origins—perhaps he was a mighty saint.

Ye Yun smiled. The Ancestor’s power meant mutual benefit.

Focusing, he surveyed the icy expanse. “This place holds secrets. I’ll find them.”

Suddenly, he froze. A flicker of surprise crossed his face as he retreated behind a snowdrift.

In the distance, shadowy figures moved through the storm.