Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 28 Extreme Cold Passage

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Extreme Cold Passage

After entering the cave, the three shivered in the extremely cold air. The deeper they went into the cave, the stronger the cold air became. Before long, frost appeared on their faces, and their eyelashes and eyebrows were covered with frost flowers.

In terms of cultivation level and total amount of true essence, Cui Yi is the strongest, Chen Guo is second, but not by much. Zhuo Yang has the lowest cultivation level, but in terms of the quality of true essence, Zhuo Yang is the strongest. Therefore, the three are evenly matched.

With each breath, a large amount of white mist was produced, making the scene inside the cave appear completely surreal under the light of the flashlight.

After advancing about two hundred meters, Chen Guo couldn't help but breathe on her hands to warm them: "It's getting colder and colder, should we continue?"

Cui Yi could still hold on, but he looked like he was struggling.

Zhuo Yang frowned as he looked at the two of them, pondering to himself for a moment.

Should I go into the cave alone to search for treasure, or take them with me?

In terms of character, neither of them are bad people. Chen Guo risked her life to avenge her cousin's apprentice, and Cui Yi protected his disciple from beginning to end, which shows that they are reliable people.

However, from the perspective of cultivators, each additional person means a larger share of the treasure will be distributed...

In a short moment, Zhuo Yang had already made up his mind and said in a deep voice, "You can choose for yourselves. There is a great treasure inside the cave. If you refuse to go in, you will not get it. Your life is also very important. You may die inside."

Chen Guo and Cui Yi looked at each other and quickly made a decision.

"I give up. If I go any deeper, I'll definitely freeze to death here." Chen Guo was very nonchalant, admitting that her cultivation was insufficient, but her big eyes blinked as she looked at Zhuo Yang, as if asking for help. Her mature and charming aura was truly captivating.

Zhuo Yang remained steadfast, pretending not to see anything: "Old Cui, let's continue, just a little longer, we'll definitely find the treasure!"

"Hmph!" Chen Guo was very unhappy, rolled her eyes and turned away.

Teasing handsome men is something mature women love to do, but it's too boring if they don't get a response.

Upon hearing Zhuo Yang's words, Cui Yi immediately laughed and said, "Brother Zhuo Yang, don't worry, I can still hold on."

Chen Guo returned the way he came, while Zhuo Yang and Cui Yi each circulated their true energy to resist the extremely cold air currents and continued to venture deeper into the cave.

I don't know how far I walked, but the hot breath I exhaled instantly turned into icy mist.

"Why isn't it over yet? Is there no bottom to this hole?"

After advancing at least seven or eight hundred meters, Cui Yi was starting to feel the strain. He looked at Zhuo Yang, who was also shivering from the cold, but was clearly much stronger than him. He couldn't help but wonder: what kind of cultivation technique did Zhuo Yang practice that made him even more resistant to the cold than others?

Zhuo Yang glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "It'll be soon, I can sense it!"

With the powerful perception granted by his sixth sense, he sensed a faint, profound primordial energy.

After saying that, he quickened his pace, but dared not run. The air was too cold, and if he ran, the cold wind would freeze him into an ice sculpture.

Finally, the two arrived at a stone door at the deepest part of the room.

Unable to contain his excitement, Cui Yi knocked on the door with his hand. His finger skin stuck to the door, and the blood that flowed out froze into ice.

"Holy crap!" His teeth chattered, both from the pain and the cold. "Zhuo Yang, can this door really be opened? What if an even stronger blast of cold air rushes out after we open it and freezes us to death?"

"You've come this far, are you willing to give up?" Zhuo Yang rubbed his hands together, gritted his teeth, and unleashed his Thunderfire Palm.

A flash of lightning appeared, and a palm struck the stone door.

A loud crash resounded as ice shattered, and the stone gate collapsed with a deafening roar, like a giant block of ice. The boulder fell to the ground and shattered into countless fragments.

A cold wind howled, and Cui Yi raised his left hand to protect his face, only to have his palm cracked from the cold.

"Ah, my hand!" Cui Yi exclaimed in surprise, unable to feel his hand anymore.

"Grab my hand!" Zhuo Yang roared, grabbing Cui Yi's left hand.

As their true essence circulated, lightning and fire flickered slightly in their palms.

Cui Yi immediately felt a warm sensation, and his hand quickly regained feeling, which relieved him, but he was even more shocked.

"Brother Zhuo Yang, your cultivation is amazing!" He smiled bitterly, "Compared to you, it seems like my more than 20 years of hard work have been a waste of time."

Zhuo Yang shook his head with a stern face: "Your cultivation level is already very high. My situation is special, and others cannot replicate it."

Cui Yi thought Zhuo Yang had had a miraculous encounter, and his sense of loss finally subsided.

If Zhuo Yang told him that he was a demon lord who had reincarnated a hundred times and had built his foundation with heavenly lightning, he would be terrified.

However, even Zhuo Yang, who possessed the powerful foundation of Thunderfire and was physically strong, was struggling to withstand the extremely cold air currents.

Finally, the cold wave passed, and the temperature stabilized at a tolerable level, though it was still very cold.

The flashlight beam was cast forward...

"Ah!" Cui Yi couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"It's the tomb owner!" Zhuo Yang immediately became more vigilant and carefully entered the huge natural stone cave.

Beneath a stalactite pillar, there is a two-meter square platform where an elderly man with white hair and beard sits cross-legged, his clothes still intact, dressed in attire from approximately two thousand years ago. It was from this detail that Zhuo Yang deduced that he was the tomb's occupant.

The old man was covered in a layer of solid ice, and a wooden box was placed in front of him.

Zhuo Yang carefully checked the box to make sure there were no traps before picking it up.

Cui Yi simply watched without any intention of snatching it, while Zhuo Yang remained vigilant, secretly on guard. He then opened the wooden box, inside which lay a jade pendant with peculiar patterns.

"A jade pendant for transmitting skills?" Cui Yi asked in surprise.

Zhuo Yang took it out and used his true essence to sense it...

The Heavenly Record!

It is a cultivation technique, but Zhuo Yang scoffs at the name. Even among the great powers of the immortal realm, few dare to name their cultivation technique "Tongtian" (meaning "reaching the heavens").

Just as he was about to examine the contents of the manual, a snow-white shadow suddenly flew in front of him.

"Shameless!"

Zhuo Yang shouted and unleashed a palm strike at Cui Yi beside him.

Unexpectedly, Cui Yi... wasn't him!

In a panic, Zhuo Yang could only change the direction of his palm strike. A bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl swept past Cui Yi and struck a stalactite pillar several meters away, which was as thick as a person, instantly shattering the pillar.

Cui Yi was stunned and didn't make any move. Zhuo Yang knew that Cui Yi hadn't snatched the jade pendant, but he didn't have time to worry about the wooden box in his hand.

Just then, the white figure flashed by, hitting the jade pendant squarely and snatching it away.

"Shameless scoundrel!" Zhuo Yang's eyebrows shot up.

There were actually people following behind him and Cui Yi, sneaking into the stone cave!

Even with Zhuo Yang's sixth sense, he couldn't detect the other party, which shows how high the other party's cultivation level was.

With a quick glance, Zhuo Yang's demonic eyes flashed, and he immediately locked onto a white-robed figure on the cave ceiling, wearing a silver mask.

After successfully seizing the treasure, the man in white robes made no attempt to linger and immediately flew towards the cave entrance.

"Stop right there!" Zhuo Yang leaped into the air, raised an eyebrow in mid-air, and immediately launched the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

A blur streaked past, heading straight for the white-robed figure.

With a clang, the white robe swayed, and a white shadow flashed by, knocking Zhuo Yang's Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife to the ground.

Fortunately, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife was reforged by Zhuo Yang with lightning and fire, making it exceptionally sturdy, which is why it wasn't destroyed. However, it also shows that the flying rope used by the white-robed man was a powerful magic weapon.

Zhuo Yang was furious. He had been extremely careful, but at the last moment, the prize he had just won was snatched away. Even a saint would be enraged.