Yet under Xiao Yan's feet, those waves parted like calm water.
Each of his steps landed precisely on the most stable points, as if he were strolling along level ground.
After half an incense stick's time, the spatial corridor came to an end.
Xiao Yan stepped through the final ripple....and the world before him turned to ice and snow.
He had entered a vast underground palace, its scale far greater than the basin above.
At the center of the hall stood a colossal gate forged entirely of black ice, towering a hundred feet high.
The walls of the palace were sheathed in the same icy crystal, dense enough that even Dou Sect-level battles would leave no mark.
Before the gate, dozens of ice sculptures stood silently, frozen in various postures.
Carved upon the icy door were several glowing words:
"Defeat the Ice Statues. Those of the proper age may enter this tomb and have the chance to inherit my legacy."
Seeing this, Xiao Yan's lips curved into a faint smile.
"An Ice-attribute Half-Saint, huh? Seems this test was made just for me."
As he spoke, sharp cracking sounds echoed around him.
Looking down, he saw the eyes of those statues flare crimson.
One by one, the silent figures began to move, stepping forward as the tomb of the Half-Saint awakened once more.
Crack… crack…
The sound of shattering ice echoed through the vast tomb hall.
Countless frost-covered beasts of all shapes and sizes began to tremble as if awakening from a deep slumber.
Low growls rumbled from their throats, each one resonating like the roar of an ancient dragon rising from its grave.
In the next moment, a tide of oppressive energy erupted from their bodies, sweeping through the chamber like a frozen storm.
Within Xiao Yan's soul perception, he counted dozens of such crystalline beasts.
Even the weakest among them possessed the strength of a fifth-rank magical
beast.....comparable to a human Dou King.
The strongest, however, radiated an aura equal to that of a peak Dou Emperor!
Any ordinary cultivator....even one who had just stepped into the Dou Ancestor
realm.....would have retreated in fear before such numbers.
When quantity reached such a scale, it could easily overwhelm quality.
But Xiao Yan was no ordinary man.
Though the soul power he now borrowed from Yao Lao was only comparable to an average Dou Ancestor, his combat
experience and the boundless techniques imprinted in his memory were far beyond what ordinary cultivators could comprehend.
As the blood-red eyes of the ice beasts fixed upon him, radiating mindless killing intent, Xiao Yan's expression didn't show the slightest hint of fear. Instead, a faint smile curved his lips.
"After being reborn for so long, I can finally warm up a little."
At his murmur, the herd of crystalline monsters.,.some only a few feet tall, others towering over ten meters....charged forward with murderous fury.
Xiao Yan wasn't surprised. This was the tomb of a Half-Saint, after all. Setting up a few guardian puppets was only natural.
The White Tiger Venerable had clearly created these not out of malice but as a means to test and choose his successor.
If he had truly wished to guard his tomb with lethal force, a few Dou Ancestor or even Dou Venerate-grade puppets would have been nothing for him.
Just as that thought flickered through Xiao Yan's mind, a frigid wind carrying sharp intent howled toward him.
Without a change in expression, he shifted slightly.....space itself twisting under his feet.....and vanished.
The attack struck empty air.
A small beast, barely a meter tall, appeared where he had stood.....a creature resembling a snow-white monkey.
"A fifth-rank peak beast… Icewind Spirit Monkey," Xiao Yan muttered, eyes gleaming.
Though only a fifth-rank beast, it carried dual attributes of Ice and Wind, making it as troublesome as a newly advanced Dou Emperor.
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Its magic core alone would be worth more than that of many sixth-rank beasts.
"Most puppet refiners on the Dou Qi
Continent use beast cores as their energy source," Xiao Yan mused calmly.
Even surrounded by a dozen raging monsters, he moved gracefully....steps light, expression serene.....as if strolling through a garden.
No matter how violently they attacked, not one could touch a thread of his robes.
"These ice puppets are much cruder than the Sky Demon Puppet I once crafted," he murmured, eyes flashing.
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