They were in a huge ice chamber, surrounded by transparent ice. Even the ground beneath them was a thick layer of ice, crystal clear but dangerous.
Qin Mo's spiritual powers circulated faster, but the surrounding area grew colder. His brows furrowed as he carefully surveyed the place.
The ice chamber was empty except for the large ice sculpture in the center. The ice sculpture was a man with a stern face. He held a strange long stick in his left hand and an eagle with outstretched wings on his right.
Qin Mo walked directly to the ice sculpture's side, and after observing for a while, he found that there was nothing special about it. When he wanted to leave this place, there was only an ice wall around him.
The more he looked, the tighter his eyebrows were. A layer of ice covered the room borders. The entire chamber had no exit except for the hole that was blocked.
Lin Zizheng also noticed the problem. He looked at the white smoke in the air caused by the cold temperature. His face suddenly became gloomy and his right hand clenched into a fist, slamming onto the ice sculpture in the center. Under Lin Zizheng's attack, it didn't show any damage. It seemed the ice sculpture was carved with some unknown materials.
Qin Mo lightly glanced at Lin Zizheng and continued to examine the enclosed area.
Neither of them noticed that a pale blue gas, which was hard to detect with the naked eye, slowly dispersed from the bottom of the statue.
Two days later.
Qin Mo stood in front of the south wall with a pale face. This ice chamber wasn't big enough to see the structure inside at a glance. However, Qin Mo didn't give up looking for another exit and had been carefully studying the walls.
After two days of observation, he found that the wall before him was visibly different from others. It was the only one with smooth ice on the surface, along with some small patterns engraved on it. If not for his good attention to detail, it might have been overlooked.
He reached out and touched the patterns. A bitter chill came from his fingertips and his face grew paler. He immediately retracted his hand.
Beside him, Lin Zizheng revealed a tinge of tension. Although Qin Mo didn't say it, Lin Zizheng, who always had his Da s.h.i.+xiong in mind, had already discovered Qin Mo's problem. Within the ice chamber, Qin Mo seemed uncomfortable.
After standing in place for a moment, Qin Mo slowly extended his right hand and tried touching the patterns on the ice wall again.
Lin Zizheng moved in a flash and grabbed his hand. He said in a somewhat anxious tone, "Da s.h.i.+xiong, don't get any closer."
Qin Mo wrinkled his eyebrows, wanting to shake off Lin Zizheng's hand, but he didn't expect Lin Zizheng to hold his hand tighter.
Clasping Qin Mo's wrist, Lin Zizheng's face twisted slowly. Da s.h.i.+xiong was poisoned.
A red light flashed through his eyes, and his line of sight slowly swept over Qin Mo's whole body. Sure enough, a pale blue gas was continuously boring into Qin Mo's body.
He felt the pale blue gas also pooling into his body, but the moment the gas entered him, his blood immediately boiled a bit and directly eliminated the blue gas.
He curved his right hand slightly and the originally invisible blue gas gathered into a cl.u.s.ter of a ball onto his hand. He squinted and sensed the ball a little, realizing that the blue gas was a cold poison.
After a cultivator's cultivation base reached a certain extent, they wouldn't fear the cold or heat. But cold poison was an exception. It could drill directly into a cultivator's body, slowly freezing their spiritual power until the cultivator died from the cold.
The wrist held by Lin Zizheng made Qin Mo very uncomfortable. He tried using all his strength to break away. Lin Zizheng snapped out of his thoughts with Qin Mo's movement.
His sight fell on Qin Mo's white lips, and he decided to act when he thought of the magical fruit he had taken by coincidence.
Seeing that Qin Mo wanted to dislodge his wrist from him, Lin Zizheng's right hand raised and a black fog emerged from him. Qin Mo felt his whole body grow weak, and his inner spiritual power stopped circulating. He fell softly into Lin Zizheng's arms.
Because his inner spiritual power stopped circulating, the cold poison around him flourished. Qin Mo could see the speed of frost with his naked eyes. Feeling the bitter cold around him, his body trembled slightly.
Looking at Qin Mo's more chilling expression, the corner of Lin Zizheng's lip rose up slightly. He sat on the ground with Qin Mo in his arms. With a flash of light from his hands, a dagger appeared. Gently smiling at Qin Mo, he took the dagger and cut his own wrist.
Watching the blood spray out from the wound, the smile on his face became more and more brilliant. He directed the wound to Qin Mo's lips and briskly said, "Da s.h.i.+xiong, drink while it's hot."
Qin Mo could only stare at him coldly. Lin Zizheng slowly bent down. The distance between them lessened, and a faint warmth rose between their breaths.
With bright eyes, Lin Zizheng said as if he couldn't feel the pain, "You are suffering from cold poison, and my blood can restrain it."
The light in Qin Mo's pupils flickered and a wave of anger rose quickly within his heart. He didn't need Lin Zizheng to save him like this. He opened his mouth and his voice was hoa.r.s.e. "You…"
As if sensing Qin Mo's thoughts, Lin Zizheng immediately stopped Qin Mo from talking. He used his uninjured left hand to press down on the wound, which made the blood flow more freely.
Lin Zizheng was still smiling, but his expression at this moment seemed paranoid. "Da s.h.i.+xiong, if you don't drink, it'll slowly run dry."
Qin Mo's expression was indifferent but his heart trembled. He felt the warm blood on his lips and he locked gazes with Lin Zizheng before he finally parted his lips. He let the sweet blood flow into his mouth.
Bright red blood fell onto his pure white clothes. At that moment, Qin Mo was a beauty stained with blood. Lin Zizheng looked at Qin Mo and couldn't bear to move his eyes away.
The thought of his own blood slowly flowing into Qin Mo's body and gradually merging with him sent Lin Zizheng's heart surging up, a burst of heat streaming with no end.
He breathed slowly, reached out, and smoothed out Qin Mo's slightly wrinkled eyebrows. His voice seemed to be full of infinite feelings. "Da s.h.i.+xiong, you know, I like…"
Before he could finish, a strong light flashed across the ice wall next to them, interrupting his words. Lin Zizheng's vision turned red. He moved his head sharply at the ice wall.
Not all the blood flowed out was drunk by Qin Mo, and most of it dripped onto the ice below. Instead of being frozen into ice, it flowed along a tiny gulch towards the south ice wall.
Filled with blood, the fine lines on the ice wall became clear, and now it was emitting a dazzling light.
Qin Mo swallowed the blood on his lower lip and unconsciously licked Lin Zizheng's wrist. When he realized what he just did, he stiffened in place and then spoke coldly, with just a little more anger in his tone, "Let me get up."
When he felt the soft touch on his wrist, the hostile look on Lin Zizheng's face immediately disappeared. A light glittered in his eyes and his palm brushed across Qin Mo's face gently. He murmured an "En".
The spiritual power in his body circulated smoothly once more. Qin Mo immediately rose from Lin Zizheng's arms and looked at him on the ground with a pale complexion. He was silent for a moment. He lowered his sight and focused on the wound on Lin Zizheng's wrist. Finally, he signed and helped Lin Zizheng from the ground.
From the Qiankun bag, he took out a medicine pill and placed it directly into Lin Zizheng's mouth. Qin Mo quickly turned to look at the ice wall ahead.
When Lin Zizheng heard the two light "thank you" from the front, his eyes brightened where he stood behind Qin Mo, emitting a burning light that fell straight on Qin Mo's back.
The light on the ice wall faded gradually, and an image appeared on the originally transparent icy surface.
A group of cultivators dressed in the same outfits appeared on the ice wall. They held sharp weapons, stepping over a huge monster who was rus.h.i.+ng forward roaring. The most peculiar thing was that the weapons in their hands and the monster underneath them all showed a light transparent color. Even if he weren't among them, Qin Mo could feel that they weren't real.
Before them stood a man proudly holding a long stick in his left hand and an eagle on his right. Similarly, the giant stick and the eagle weren't real. Qin Mo's eyes narrowed. This man was carved into a statue at the center of this ice chamber.
"Kill!" The man shouted, and immediately a roar followed. Qin Mo found that a group of black-clad men stood opposite them.
The dazzling light flickered as the man jumped and waved the long stick in his hand. More than half of the black-clothed men fell. The eagle beside him also flapped its wings violently, and many people were slapped to death under its wings.
Qin Mo clenched his hands tightly. The lowest cultivation base in the black clothes group was Core Formation. This man defeated so many people with a single blow. He didn't know how strong this man was.
"Kill!" Under the man's leaders.h.i.+p, everyone behind him was also heroic and extraordinary. It didn't take long before they drove back the black-clad men.
Standing in front of the crowd, the man raised a smile on his face, which made him look energetic. Suddenly, he turned and looked straight in Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng's direction.
Being looked at with those dark eyes, Qin Mo's body went stiff even though he knew it was only an image. At that moment, a pair of cool hands grasped his hand, and Lin Zizheng's low voice sounded near his ears, "Da s.h.i.+xiong."
Only then did Qin Mo regain his senses and looked again at the ice wall in front of him. This time, the image above had changed. The b.l.o.o.d.y battle scene had disappeared, only the image of the man remained.
He was looking at the statue in the chamber and it puzzled Qin Mo. Then he turned around to gaze at the ice sculpture standing quietly in the center.