Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 399: The Malevolent Frost Wind

Qin Sang walked up to the ice wall and intently watched the world beyond.

Within his view, fierce winds whipped up shards of snow that coalesced into a white storm, ravaging the land.

The endless blizzard never ceased.

The ice wall was battered by the clattering fragments of snow, yet it stood immovable.

Amid the tempest, an uncanny calm prevailed—a calm which, through the discerning eyes of an immortal cultivator, revealed no signs of turbulent spiritual qi, no trace of mysterious, ancient barriers, nor any hint of lurking ferocious beasts.

On the surface, it did not seem as dangerous as Wandering Man speculated.

After all, Wandering Man based his judgment on the flying yaksha guarding the place, but the yaksha was not originally present—Wu Shang transformed into it.

Even the Flying-Horned Ichthyosaurus possibly migrated later and settled in the dark pool.

Originally, if one found the correct path, entry was easy.

Qin Sang grew curious about what lay beyond the ice wall, for Wu Shang’s letter mentioned the Night Lily.

It was said that the Night Lily once grew in this place, discovered by a predecessor who left the barriers and teleportation arrays in the ice palace.

Wu Shang intended to guide future cultivators to pick the Night Lily so they had a better chance of completing his secret Core Formation technique.

Qin Sang had the mysterious Jade Buddha, so he did not need the Night Lily, and he would never dare to seize the miraculous herb that Wandering Man urgently required.

Besides the Night Lily, do any other miraculous herbs exist there?

After a brief hesitation, Qin Sang decided. Suddenly, he invoked the Yan Luo Array of Ten Directions, gripped his astra, and summoned the Five-Elemental Breaking Sword to dismantle the barrier on the ice wall.

If Yu Hua did not force him in, Qin Sang would not have taken the risk.

Now that he was inside—and with his astra boosting his strength—he decided that a quick, cautious look would not hurt.

Qin Sang did not seek any treasure. If he found one, he was lucky; if not, it did not matter. If the path ahead turned dangerous, he would retreat.

He moved very carefully, slowly opened the barrier, and quietly left the ice palace.

Immediately, the raging blizzard hit him. Qin Sang, who prepared himself and used spiritual power as a shield, shuddered, and his face showed a brief flash of alarm.

These were no ordinary winds and snows; they carried a chill even more terrifying than the blood miasma at the entrance of Endless Valley.

Qin Sang took out his jade pendant and activated the Demonic Qingyang Fire within it to drive away the cold.

As soon as he stepped out, the fierce blizzard gave him a harsh welcome. Qin Sang grew extremely alert and surveyed his surroundings.

There, he discovered that he was not in the vast frozen plains he had imagined but inside a large ice cave. He walked forward for a while until he barely saw the ice wall on the other side.

The ice palace where he stayed lay in an inconspicuous corner beneath the wall, completely hidden from the outside. The barrier on the ice wall resisted the wind and snow and also concealed the hall.

A cold wind blew in from the right side, never stopping. The entrance to the ice cave seemed to be right there.

However, ahead lay utter chaos—an expanse of white snow filled his sight, and even the spiritual qi appeared disordered in the distance.

Qin Sang retreated to the ice wall and carefully advanced along it, as if he were moving upstream in a great river, feeling an exceptionally strong resistance.

He walked slowly, gathered his qi, and advanced cautiously, prepared to retreat if he discovered anything unusual.

The gale howled and grew more violent as he advanced, constantly stirring the Demonic Qingyang Fire around him.

Qin Sang noticed another dangerous trait of the cold wind: it carried a chill that could freeze a cultivator’s flesh and also attacked their primordial spirit. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Moreover, the Demonic Qingyang Fire offered no resistance against this attack. Clearly, this wind was not of natural origin.

Qin Sang pondered deeply and recalled that he once read a similar account in an ancient tome.

There was a divine wind known as the Malevolent Frost Wind.

Wherever it appeared, the land was extremely cold and dark—an extremely perilous place for immortal cultivators. Its most terrifying feature was that it directly attacked a cultivator’s primordial spirit with an unyielding, inexplicable assault.

If a cultivator lacked sufficient strength or protective artifacts against it, the cold wind would freeze their flesh and primordial spirit into an icicle, then blow them to dust.

Qin Sang’s primordial spirit remained unscathed, thanks to the Jade Buddha’s protection.

However, what he faced now was not the genuine Malevolent Frost Wind but merely a cold wind influenced by it.

Otherwise, even if the Jade Buddha protected his primordial spirit, the Demonic Qingyang Fire would have dispersed long ago, and his body could not have withstood the assault, eventually freezing into a mass of ice.

Snap!

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out, and the jade pendant shattered. The Demonic Qingyang Fire finally dissipated, and the pendant was completely destroyed.

Qin Sang felt as if he had plunged into an icy tomb, and he hurriedly retrieved another jade pendant, but this one lasted even less time.

A flash of inspiration lit his mind. He quickly rummaged through his Mustard Seed Pouch and pulled out an item: the Crimson Core he had obtained after killing Kong Xin.

Wandering Man had chosen the most valuable Blue Light Sword, and Qin Sang received the Crimson Core along with other items.

The Crimson Core was extremely unstable and could not serve as material for artifact refinement—it was essentially a large Yang Warming Pill, useful only for warming the body and nothing more. Qin Sang had casually pocketed it without much thought.

Little did he expect that it would now prove useful.

The Crimson Core was the inner core of the Heavenly Flame Jiao. After its metamorphosis, it harbored the demonic fire from demonic beasts in the Demonic Core Realm, and its power far exceeded that of the Demonic Qingyang Fire sealed within the jade pendant.

After all, the best jade pendants they could obtain were crafted by Foundation Building cultivators of the Demonic Qingyang Sect, and they sealed only a wisp of demonic fire—nothing comparable to the Crimson Core.

Holding the Crimson Core, he immediately felt a surge of warm energy flow into his body, which indeed blocked the chill of the cold wind.

However, even the Crimson Core could not entirely fend off the chill that invaded his primordial spirit.

Did Wandering Man have any method to protect his primordial spirit? Qin Sang’s face grew grave.

He still had not seen any sign of Wandering Man; he might still be ahead.

The further he advanced, drawing closer to the true Malevolent Frost Wind, the more potent the chill became. Wandering Man’s primordial spirit had already suffered hidden injuries, and without any means to shield it, he could only rely on sheer endurance.

Even if no other danger existed here, how far could one proceed?

Wandering Man has entered this place before me. I fought a fierce battle, and then meditated in the ice palace to heal my wounds. After such a long time, he still hasn't returned, it could not be...

With that thought in mind, just as Qin Sang was about to quicken his pace, his foot suddenly trembled, and the entire ice cave shook violently as if struck by an earthquake.

The blizzard roared, unleashing deafening sounds that echoed throughout the ice cave. Qin Sang steadied himself, and his expression changed dramatically.

The tremor came from ahead—brief though it was, it was by no means a good omen.

If an ancient beast blocked the path, Wandering Man would have to face two terrifying foes at once: the Malevolent Frost Wind and the ancient beast!

Qin Sang summoned his ebony sword and secretly activated the Yan Luo Array of Ten Directions. He stamped his foot firmly, quickened his pace, and pressed forward against the wind.