Without even thinking, Mo Wuji grabbed the key and inserted it into the keyhole of the stone door. If it were anywhere else, he might have observed it carefully before taking such action.
But here, he couldn't afford to hesitate even for a moment, as someone might arrive at any second. Moreover, what reassured Mo Wuji was that this place had been forcefully bombarded not long ago, so even if there was any danger, it wouldn't wait for him to appear before manifesting.
The key fit perfectly into the keyhole, and with a slight twist of Mo Wuji's hand, the stone door creaked and slowly opened.
An intense icy aura permeated out, and when Mo Wuji swept his spiritual will inside, he could only see a vast expanse of white. His vision was completely obscured. Just as Mo Wuji was about to continue observing, his spiritual will detected two cultivators cautiously approaching from about a hundred meters away.
Mo Wuji quickly withdrew the key, flashed into the extremely thick stone door. The stone door was still opening, Mo Wuji tried to close it forcefully, but there was no response. He could only let the stone door be, disregarding the intense cold, and rushed inside.
"There's a stone door here..." the cultivator in front discovered the stone door opened by Mo Wuji and immediately said with surprise.
The cultivator behind was a woman. She also saw the stone door, and she quickly noticed that the stone door was closing.
Earlier, when the stone door opened, Mo Wuji wanted to close it forcibly, but failed. Now that Mo Wuji had entered the depths, the stone door was closing automatically.
"Should we go in?" the male cultivator asked hesitantly.
The female cultivator didn't answer the male cultivator's question. She accelerated her pace and rushed into the stone door in the shortest possible time. She used her actions to tell the male cultivator whether to go in or not.
Seeing the female cultivator enter, the man also quickened his pace, following closely behind her into the stone door. After the two of them rushed in, the stone door made a heavy sound and closed again.
"Senior Sister Xia, what is this place?" the male cultivator who came in later asked immediately, discovering that this place was just a vast expanse of white.
Senior Sister Xia didn't answer immediately, obviously surveying the surroundings. Then she took out a Bright Stone. The next moment, she cautiously replied, "I didn't expect the Bright Stone to be ineffective here. Although I don't know what this place is, the fact that this place has a stone door means it's definitely not simple. Moreover..."
Speaking of this, Senior Sister Xia lowered her voice, "Senior Brother Xiuran, we need to be careful. The sudden opening and closing of the stone door in this place indicates that someone has entered before us. And I always feel like there's a gaze fixed on me."
Mo Wuji hid on the side and didn't act immediately. He had already seen clearly that this place was, strictly speaking, a hall even larger than the place where they had initially fallen.
This hall was very strange. Apart from the vast expanse of icy mist, there was nothing else. If there had to be something, it was a vaguely visible entrance in the middle of the hall. It was like an entrance to a basement, and Mo Wuji's spiritual will could reach the first dozen or so ice steps of the entrance.
The two cultivators, male and female, were still slowly moving around, exploring. Mo Wuji knew that these two would eventually find him. Fortunately, the Bright Stone was ineffective here, and there was only a vast expanse of icy mist.
Mo Wuji made up his mind. His figure flashed, and he directly entered the entrance leading to the basement, landing on the ice steps.
An extreme icy chill spread over, causing Mo Wuji to shudder, almost retreating back out.
"Senior Sister Xia, I just saw a shadow flash by," Senior Brother Xiuran stopped and said cautiously.
"I saw it too. Let's go and see," Senior Sister Xia said, taking the lead towards the ice step entrance leading downwards. Her courage seemed to be much greater than that of Senior Brother Xiuran.
Mo Wuji's spiritual will naturally scanned the two people following behind. The lower he went, the colder it became. Even if Mo Wuji fully mobilized his Yuan Qi, he was frozen to the point where his entire body felt stiff.
If it weren't for the two people behind him, he might have returned. Now that there were two people following him, he would meet them head-on if he went back. With his cultivation level, he was definitely not a match for these two.
Gritting his teeth, Mo Wuji could only continue to descend. After walking another dozen steps, Mo Wuji couldn't bear it anymore. This ice would freeze him to death.
"Crack!" At this moment, Mo Wuji seemed to have stepped on something, making a cracking sound.
His spiritual will was focused on the two people behind him, and he had forgotten to pay attention to his feet.
Almost at the same time, a Bright Stone was thrown down by the people above. The Bright Stone seemed ineffective in the foggy space outside, but at this ice step, it could clearly see the situation below.
Mo Wuji had already stepped on something, and in his stiff state, he was startled by the Bright Stone and immediately rolled down.
"I recognize him, it's that kid with the worst cultivation... Eh..." the male cultivator said halfway before excitedly exclaiming, "Below is the Immeasurable Soul Forging Crystal..."
From a height of a dozen meters, even rolling down from the ice steps, Mo Wuji was dizzy and disoriented. But these were completely unimportant to Mo Wuji. His entire body lost consciousness within a few seconds of landing. Even though he heard the words "Immeasurable Soul Forging Crystal," which he craved the most, he had no ability to act. He knew he was about to be frozen to death.
The cold here was simply too terrifying. Every trace of cold air penetrated into his bone marrow, and there was no way to stop it.
At this moment, his blood gradually froze, and the skin on his hands was changing color at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning pale. Perhaps after a while, if he were to tap it with something, his hand would turn into ice dust.
"We can't go down here, it's too cold, we can't withstand it..." the male cultivator reached the place where Mo Wuji had been before and finally realized that the further down, the colder it became.
"Crack..." The thing that Mo Wuji had stepped on earlier was also stepped on by the female cultivator in front. The female cultivator lost her balance, and while the male cultivator was speaking, she grabbed him, unintentionally. The extreme cold also made both of their bodies extremely stiff, unable to make flexible reactions. The next moment, the two of them rolled down like ice balls, just like Mo Wuji.
Mo Wuji had no time to care about these two people. He felt a surge of sorrow in his heart. Before entering the Five Elements Wasteland, he had thought about whether he would be able to get out. He didn't expect that he really wouldn't be able to get out.
Mo Wuji's consciousness gradually blurred, and he felt that his soul was about to leave his body.
Not far from him, the man and woman, although their cultivation was far higher than Mo Wuji's, could only barely struggle to stand up in this place.
Obviously, the two wanted to struggle not to collect the Immeasurable Soul Forging Crystal, but to struggle to climb back the way they had come. However, after taking a few steps, they collapsed to the ground again. The terrifying cold completely robbed them of their ability to resist.
Seeing the female cultivator's desperate face, Mo Wuji's blurred consciousness was suddenly startled, and he became more awake. This might be a last flash of consciousness before death, but Mo Wuji saw Yan'Er's face. He saw Yan'Er's miserable fate after his death.
He couldn't die, he absolutely couldn't die.
But this terrifying cold was simply not something his will could resist. No matter how much he didn't want to die, death was still slowly approaching him.
If only there was a big furnace, Mo Wuji suddenly missed the ground fire vent he had seen at the end of the first passage.
Almost at the moment he thought of the furnace, Mo Wuji's frozen eyes lit up, and he remembered the Seven Styles of Heavenly Lightning.
The first time he cultivated the Seven Styles of Heavenly Lightning, the terrifying temperature from the inside out almost burned him to ashes. The cold in this place was from the outside in. If he cultivated the first style of the Seven Styles of Heavenly Lightning...
He was about to be frozen to death anyway. No matter how terrifying the Seven Styles of Heavenly Lightning were, Mo Wuji was fearless. He unhesitatingly gathered his last bit of strength and began to circulate the first style of the Seven Styles of Heavenly Lightning.
In just half a cycle, the terrifying feeling of flames burning rose from Mo Wuji's dantian and instantly spread to all the meridians in his body.
Mo Wuji even more frantically circulated the cultivation formula of the Seven Styles of Heavenly Lightning. Being frozen to death and being burned to death were both deaths, and he had nothing to fear.
The scorching, terrifying burning sensation finally burned from Mo Wuji's meridians to his bone marrow, and from his bone marrow to his flesh.
The terrifying heat burning from the inside out collided with the equally terrifying cold from the outside. Mo Wuji's body began to evaporate streams of mist, his hands slowly regained their softness, and his body gradually regained consciousness.
The torment of sudden cold and heat gave Mo Wuji an indescribable pain. But Mo Wuji's heart was even more filled with an indescribable joy.
Back then, when he had just obtained the incomplete first style of the Seven Styles of Heavenly Lightning, he had almost gone mad and was burned to death by internal fire. Now that he was cultivating the first style of the Seven Styles of Heavenly Lightning in this icy place, he was only suffering from torment, and his life was completely unaffected.
The same thing produced such a huge effect in different environments. A technique that almost killed him saved his life here instead.
Mo Wuji didn't know how much he had experienced in terms of physical pain, and he could endure it.
"Crack!" Mo Wuji felt as if something had broken inside his body, and an indescribable force filled his dantian and meridians.
Mo Wuji raised his hand and waved it out, and several streaks of lightning exploded around him.
These streaks of lightning exploded a piece of ice debris, and Mo Wuji looked at his palm in surprise. He knew that his body contained the power of the lightning source, and sometimes he would unintentionally unleash it. But this was the first time he had controlled and unleashed this power himself.
The heat inside his body seemed to have decreased a bit, and the cold outside seemed to be gaining the upper hand again. Mo Wuji didn't dare to try this first style again, and even more kept cultivating this first style. Soon, Mo Wuji discovered that the fiery burning sensation in his body was gradually disappearing, which meant that if he continued to cultivate this first style, he would no longer have the terrifying feeling of igniting flames.
If it were at normal times, this would be a great thing for Mo Wuji. But now, it was a fatal blow to Mo Wuji. Once there was no more scorching flame in his body, he simply couldn't resist this terrifying cold.
Mo Wuji's gaze fell on the two cultivators, the man and the woman. These two had long been frozen to death, turned into two ice sculptures. Further away from the two, there was a circular ice altar. On the ice altar were two snowflake-like things. There were no leaves. The snowflake-shaped crystal only had half-foot-long roots like ice cream below.
Mo Wuji had never seen the Immeasurable Soul Forging Crystal before, and he wasn't sure if this was the Immeasurable Soul Forging Crystal. He learned from the male cultivator's mouth that this should be the Immeasurable Soul Forging Crystal.
This thing was like a living plant, not a lifeless crystal.
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