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332: Ice GodThis temple was a massive altar! All the intruders, and even those frenzied guardian deities, might have become the nourishment to awaken some ancient existence!

As he went deeper, the corridor began to tilt, no longer flat but gradually extending downward, as if leading to the depths of the earth.

The surrounding cold air became purer and more ancient. The color of the ice walls shifted from a ghostly blue to a deeper, almost pitch-black dark blue. The naturally formed runes upon them grew increasingly complex and profound, emitting heart-palpitating energy fluctuations.

Finally, after walking for an unknown amount of time, the path ahead suddenly opened up.

At the end of the corridor was a massive cavern whose magnificence and eeriness were beyond words.

The cavern was so large that the eyes could not reach its boundaries, and the dome hung high above, as if it were a world of its own.

The center of the cavern was not solid ground, but a massive, bottomless dark abyss.

Within the abyss, endless extreme cold air surged out like a geyser, emitting a low howl. It was an Absolute Zero Domain that could freeze even light.

And directly above this terrifying abyss, a massive circular altar floated.

The entire altar was constructed from a pitch-black material that was neither ice nor jade, shimmering with starlight-like specks of light. Its scale was comparable to a small mountain!

The surface of the altar was covered in dense, ancient runes so complex they were dizzying. These runes were not static but flowed slowly like living things, emitting a majestic power that communicated with heaven and earth to stir the Law.

Around the altar, nine massive dark blue ice pillars rose into the sky like pillars supporting the heavens, propping up the entire cavern’s dome and connecting with the aura of the abyss below.

Inside each ice pillar, a blurred but massive shadow was sealed, emitting an aura that made the Soul tremble.

That aura was far more ancient and terrifying than the crazed guardian deities outside.

It was as if they were ancient heroic spirits or... fragments of deities forcibly imprisoned to have their power extracted.

At the core of the altar, the light was at its most brilliant. It wasn’t empty; instead... a massive, transparent crystal coffin lay flat there.

The coffin was crystal clear, and one could clearly see a person lying quietly inside.

When Lin Jingyu’s gaze pierced through the vast distance and landed on that crystal coffin, his heart suddenly constricted, nearly stopping.

The person lying in the coffin had a handsome face, with a hint of familiar, unrestrained wildness in his features. Although his eyes were tightly shut and his face was as pale as snow, Lin Jingyu would never mistake him.

It was precisely the target he had been bitterly searching for on this trip—Fei Yangyang!

How could he be here? And why was he lying in such a central coffin? Was he dead or alive?

Countless questions instantly flooded Lin Jingyu’s mind like a tide.

He instinctively wanted to rush forward, but his reason held him back firmly.

The scene before him was too bizarre. The energy fluctuations emitted by the altar were as vast as the sea and filled with ill omens; it was by no means a safe place.

He forcibly suppressed his excitement and pushed the perception of the Spirit Refining Art to its limit, cautiously probing forward.

This investigation caused him to gasp.

Fei Yangyang was not dead; his chest still had an extremely faint rise and fall, and a strange power within his body was maintaining his last spark of life.

But what shocked Lin Jingyu even more was that Fei Yangyang’s body now seemed to have become a massive energy hub.

The vast and majestic ice-attribute energy on the altar was continuously being injected into his body through the nine ice pillars and countless runic pathways.

The extreme cold air surging from the abyss below was also being drawn in, merging into the coffin thread by thread, nourishing Fei Yangyang’s body, or rather... reconstructing it.

At the center of his brow, an incredibly complex dark blue ice crystal mark flickered with an eerie light, pulsating slightly like a living thing, creating a strong resonance with the entire altar, the abyss, and that slumbering ancient will.

Fei Yangyang was already linked to the entire dark abyss. The words he had once left behind—’Am I still me? So it turns out everything was predestined...’

Now had a cruel answer!

However, even though Fei Yangyang clearly knew the danger, he was helpless.

But how was Lin Jingyu supposed to stop this?

Charge the altar by force? Setting aside the terrifying existences sealed within those nine ice pillars, the energy barrier emitted by the altar itself made his heart palpitate; it was not something his current self could shake.

He would likely be crushed by that vast energy or frozen by the absolute zero of the abyss before he even got close.

Just as Lin Jingyu’s mind was racing to think of a countermeasure, another change occurred.

In the center of the altar, that crystal coffin suddenly erupted with a blinding blue light.

The runes of the entire altar lit up as if ignited, and their rotation speed suddenly accelerated.

The black shadows within the nine ice pillars let out silent roars as even more majestic power was forcibly extracted and poured into the coffin.

The abyss below also began to boil, and even denser extreme cold air rose into the sky like signal fire, completely submerging the coffin!

Inside the coffin, Fei Yangyang’s body trembled violently, and a look of extreme pain appeared on his face, as if he were enduring unimaginable torture.

The ice crystal mark on his brow shone brilliantly, almost ready to burst through his skin.

At the same time, the ancient will that had been permeating the depths of the temple became incredibly clear and powerful at this moment.

It was as if it had completely awakened from an eternal slumber, descending slowly with a cold majesty that disregarded all living beings, locking onto the altar and Fei Yangyang within the coffin.

”Buzz—”

The entire cavern shook violently, as if unable to withstand this awakened will.

A terrifying pressure swept out like a tsunami. Lin Jingyu let out a muffled groan; even though he was far away, he was struck by this pressure until his blood surged, and he nearly fell to his knees.

He gritted his teeth hard, lightning flickering on the surface of his body as he forcibly stabilized himself.

It seemed the final stage of the... ritual had begun!

However, Lin Jingyu’s face remained calm, and he was not in a hurry at all.

Suddenly, a voice both familiar and strange, carrying a hint of playfulness and an indescribable ancient charm, abruptly rang out in his mind, as clear as a whisper:

”Little fellow, when this venerable one awakens, would you be willing to lead me out of this realm?”

Lin Jingyu snapped his head around to look toward the altar.

Above the crystal coffin shrouded in endless cold air and blue light, a blurred humanoid phantom composed of pure ice-blue light had condensed at some unknown point.

The phantom’s face could not be seen clearly, but those eyes, which seemed forged from eternal ice, were crossing the vast distance to indifferently ”gaze” at Lin Jingyu, who was hidden in the shadows of the corridor.