The abyss seemed to connect to hell. Zhang Yuanqing fell for a full ten minutes and still hadn't reached the bottom.

The further down he went, the heavier the cold became, and the more obvious the power of the seal was. Fortunately, the power of the Sun God operated independently within his body, bringing warmth, dispelling the cold, and slowing down the speed of the seal.

Finally, Zhang Yuanqing landed with a "thud," his feet stepping on solid ice.

There was no light at the bottom of the abyss, but the night vision ability of the Night Wanderer allowed him to see the surrounding scene clearly.

Beneath his feet was a thick layer of ice, and in front of him was a cave. The walls, ceiling, and floor of the cave were also covered in thick, solid ice, like hawthorns coated in sugar.

The sound of breathing beside his ear was even clearer.

At this moment, Xiahou Aotian landed lightly, wearing a dark red coat.

"It's so cold, I'm almost freezing." He put his hands in his sleeves, shivering, enjoying the warmth from the coat. Looking at Zhang Yuanqing, who was standing tall and straight beside him, he said sourly, "It's good to be a Day Wanderer, thick-skinned and sturdy."

Zhang Yuanqing sized him up. "You're wearing a Fire Master's coat and you still feel cold?"

"The item's functions are mostly sealed here... Hmm, this chill should come from the Eternal Night profession, but isn't the Five Elements Secret a copy of our Second District? Why is there power from the First District?" Xiahou Aotian stamped his feet and rubbed his hands.

"The person sealed in the abyss must have been to the First District in ancient times and obtained a very high-level sealing magic weapon or substance from there," Zhang Yuanqing said, expressing his own opinion.

A low voice came from the Qindai Fangshi inside the Black Iron Ring, urging, "This is not a place for idle talk. Enter the cave quickly."

The old Fangshi cares so much about the whereabouts of the First Emperor. What kind of grudges does he have with the First Emperor?

Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and led Xiahou Aotian into the cave.

He was about to see Bing Ge.

Stepping on the ice made a "creaking" sound. Xiahou Aotian ignited a ball of Samadhi True Fire in his palm, using the dim light to observe the surroundings.

The cave was very deep, empty inside. After walking slowly for fifty or sixty meters, they finally reached the end.

The first thing that attracted attention was a black stone coffin, displayed on an ice platform. The surface of the coffin was covered with a thick layer of ice.

Secondly, there was a figure sitting cross-legged beside the coffin. He was wearing camouflage military pants and a white vest, his muscles bulging and knotted. His facial features were ordinary, with thick eyebrows, a high nose, and a slightly square face. Combined with his clothes and muscles, he gave off a rough and wild feeling.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing felt like something was stuck in his throat, and his eyes were involuntarily wet.

Xiahou Aotian moved his gaze from the coffin to the seated figure, surprised. "Why is there someone here? Is it a The Way of the Extraordinary matched to the Five Elements Secret copy? Looks like a Bewitching Demon, or..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that Yuanshi Tianzun was as still as a clay sculpture, so he walked up to examine him.

Zhang Yuanqing's expression made Xiahou Aotian stunned. Realizing something, he asked in surprise, "Do you know him?"

"I don't know him," Zhang Yuanqing denied indifferently.

Although he said that, he ignored the coffin and walked straight to the ice sculpture, staring at it silently before finally retracting his gaze.

The ice sculpture sat quietly, without temperature, without breath, without soul fluctuations.

Zhang Yuanqing looked for a long time, finally retracted his gaze, and looked at the heavy coffin, saying, "I'm now preparing to take out the Badass's waist tag."

He said this to the old man in the ring.

Qindai Fangshi was silent for a few seconds before responding, "You may."

Xiahou Aotian urged, "Hurry up, it's getting colder and colder. I feel like I'm walking naked in the Arctic ice sheet."

His face had already begun to turn blue and white.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory and took out the waist tag he had just put away.

As soon as the waist tag left the inventory, the ice-sealed coffin generated a suction force, drawing the waist tag over.

The colorful bronze waist tag turned into pure energy the moment it touched the coffin, transmitting through the ice shell to the inside.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing and Xiahou Aotian instinctively became vigilant, guarding against the worst possible situation.

As the five-colored energy entered the coffin, Zhang Yuanqing sensed a weak mental wave being generated out of thin air within the coffin, or more precisely, being revived.

The weak mental wave did not explode as imagined but remained at a "hazy" and half-awake level.

A moment later, a small mental wave came from the coffin: "Who brought my waist tag?"

Xiahou Aotian and Qindai Fangshi in the ring did not speak.

Zhang Yuanqing tentatively responded, "Senior, it's me!"

After speaking, he clearly sensed the mental power in the coffin overflowing, "scanning" over him.

"What year is it now?" The mental wave in the coffin suddenly intensified.

"January 2023, it's been years since your dynasty," Zhang Yuanqing said, not underestimating or neglecting the other party because of their apparent weakness.

Because the being in the coffin had only awakened a wisp of thought.

"2023..." The thought in the coffin murmured to itself.

He seemed to care about the time. Zhang Yuanqing keenly noticed something was wrong. In the minds of such figures, the passage of time was commonplace.

Not to mention the changing world, even if the world were to be destroyed, they probably wouldn't be too surprised.

The thought in the coffin conveyed a sense of excitement: "I have survived until the new era has arrived. I have finally defeated time and awakened in an era where I can live forever."

"Unfortunately, I still can't get out yet." He muttered to himself for a moment, then suppressed his emotions, and his mental wave turned calm.

"Young man, you were able to obtain my waist tag, which means you are destined. If you are here for magic weapons or other treasures, then you can leave. I can't give you anything."

Just as Zhang Yuanqing was wording how to speak, an excited and urgent mental wave came from Xiahou Aotian's ring.

"...Are you the First Emperor?"

The thought in the coffin replied, "The First Emperor? I am not him."

"You are not him? You are not him!" Qindai Fangshi muttered to himself, his tone both happy and regretful, both relieved and unwilling, extremely complex.

Seeing Qindai Fangshi immersed in his own emotions, Zhang Yuanqing took the initiative to ask, "Are you the Badass of the Tang Dynasty during Empress Wu Zetian's reign?"