Chapter 611

Chapter 611: Ling Mo Cheng

At the edge of his vision, amidst the swirling snow, Ye Yun spotted figures moving—a sight both unexpected and mildly thrilling.

Their presence meant this icy world wasn’t his alone. Having climbed from the sixth level of the Ice Tower, Ye Yun knew these people couldn’t have come from the same path. They must’ve entered through other means.

This suggested the seventh level was a convergence point for all who’d traversed the secret realm. Perhaps the greatest treasure awaited here.

“Ancestor, there’s a large group ahead—dozens of them,” Ye Yun murmured. The Ancestor of the Sword Path dwelled in the depths of his soul, unable to see far; here, spirit perception stretched only a hundred zhang.

“Dozens? Check your surroundings. Are others appearing too? Could this seventh level be the final destination for all paths?” The Ancestor’s voice hardened.

Ye Yun tensed and scanned the area.

Just as predicted, another group of dozens materialized elsewhere. Thankfully, no one emerged behind him—his hiding spot remained secure.

“Another group, size unclear. The snow’s too thick.”

“So it is. This snowfield marks the realm’s end. After gathering treasures along their journeys, all converge here. Bloodshed looms,” the Ancestor said with a cold snort.

Ye Yun frowned. “Given Ice Master’s stature as one of humanity’s ten supreme beings, he wouldn’t force survivors to slaughter each other for escape. That’d be petty.”

“If Ice Master himself designed this vault, perhaps not. But others linked to him might’ve arranged this finale. Is it a battle royale for treasures… or something darker?”

“Darker?” Ye Yun’s eyes sharpened. Memories surfaced of the Hualun Secret Vault—treasures aplenty, yet all a trap for Hualun’s body-seizing scheme. Only his wits had saved him then.

“This can’t be Ice Master’s true tomb—the rewards are too meager. You’re right, Ancestor. This reeks of a plot. Maybe a power seeks to seize a prime body here.”

The Ancestor gasped. “Clever! I overlooked this. The trials tested cultivation and physique. Survivors are ideal vessels—strong bodies, sharp minds. Perfect for rebirth.”

Ye Yun hadn’t expected his offhand remark to strike true. Caution gripped him. He’d claimed nearly all treasures from the Ice Tower’s first six levels alone. These groups, sharing spoils among dozens, likely held less. If a body-seizing scheme existed, he’d be the prime target.

Having survived Hualun’s trap, he stayed vigilant. His main goals in the Great Qin Empire were nearly met: the Divine Rhythm Crimson Fruit would save Su Ling, and infiltrating the palace to restore the Ancestor’s soul remained. Success here would crown his journey.

“Stay alert. Such numbers defy reason,” the Ancestor warned.

Ye Yun nodded, peering through the blizzard. The two groups advanced steadily, becoming fully visible within half an incense stick’s time—mere hundreds of zhang apart.

Both halted abruptly. A voice cut through the gale:

“Master Hei Xu! Why are *you* here?”

Master Hei Xu’s answering laugh held mock surprise. “Ling Mo Cheng! I expected Hua Changchun himself to lead Misty Sect.”

“Our Sect Leader,” Ling Mo Cheng sneered, “wouldn’t debase himself among wandering trash.”

“Where are Moon Goddess Palace’s disciples?” Hei Xu pressed, scanning Ling Mo Cheng’s ranks.

“Since when do stray mutts concern themselves with celestial hunters?” Ling Mo Cheng’s chuckle was glacial.

“Fool! If our factions clash, Moon Goddess whelps could pick off the survivors.”

“*Tigers* clash? Your rabble and third-rate sects are but insects. Only the royal family rivals Misty Sect.” Ling Mo Cheng’s tone could’ve frozen lava.

“Proving your idiocy! With royals and Moon Goddess lurking, you’d still fight? ‘Mantis stalks cicada, blind to the oriole’—ever heard that?”

“Insects shouldn’t quote proverbs. Crushing your filth would be effortless—save you, Hei Xu.”

The Xuan Yuan Sect Ancestor grimaced. At Nascent Soul stage seven, he matched Ling Mo Cheng’s power but hesitated—Misty Sect’s might dwarfed his allies’. Yet retreat meant enduring humiliation before his disciples and fellow wanderers.

“Fight then! Let’s see if pampered sect flowers can withstand real storms!”

Hei Xu stepped forward, aura erupting. The blizzard itself recoiled.

Watching from afar, Ye Yun gaped—then smirked.

*Now this… this is interesting.*