Chapter 507

Chapter 507: Xuan Ice Cave

Cold—an indescribable cold!

As Ye Yun stepped into Shu Anshi’s training chamber, a bone-piercing chill assaulted him, seeping deep into his bones without resistance.

Despite Ye Yun’s training in Ice Spirit Qi and his robust physique—even his initial mastery of the Great Demon Body—the icy essence still invaded him, forcing a slight shiver.

Yet that was all. Once Ye Yun steadied himself, his true qi surged, and Ice Spirit Qi swiftly spread, devouring the coldness entirely.

“Elder brother, your dwelling is extraordinary. From the outside, it appears unremarkable, yet inside, the cold is unbearable,” Ye Yun said slowly, inhaling to refine the Ice Spirit Qi within him.

Shu Anshi smiled gently. “This isn’t a true cave. It’s a massive chunk of North Sea Xuan Ice, carved by Master using secret techniques to aid my Ice Spirit Qi cultivation.”

Ye Yun frowned. “North Sea Xuan Ice? Where is the North Sea?”

Shu Anshi replied, as if expecting the question, “The North Sea lies at the continent’s northern edge—a barren, snow-swept ocean with temperatures so low that even Golden Core stage cultivators freeze instantly into ice crystals, shattered by the raging waves.”

Ye Yun blinked. “An ocean that never freezes, despite such cold?”

Shu Anshi chuckled. “The water isn’t ordinary. It’s Xuanming water from the Nine Nether Realms—cold beyond measure yet never solidifying. This Xuan Ice floated on that ocean until Master retrieved it, shaping it into this dwelling for me.”

Ye Yun touched the icy wall. The cold pierced his skin, invading his body relentlessly.

“What level of power would one need to extract such a massive Xuan Ice? Surely beyond the Nascent Soul stage…”

“Junior brother, you underestimate Nascent Soul Ancestors,” Shu Anshi said mildly. “Their power defies imagination. The cold that crushes Golden Core cultivators means little to them. Three Nascent Soul Ancestors split this ice, sold in pieces. Master bought it for five million top-grade spirit stones.”

Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed. Nascent Soul strength was terrifying. The North Sea’s deadly winds meant nothing to them. Each cultivation realm was a world apart—Golden Core and Nascent Soul incomparable.

“The Xuan Ice resists melting even here,” Shu Anshi added, tapping the wall. “Carved eight years ago, its cold has weakened after my constant absorption.”

Ye Yun touched the wall again, the chill gnawing at him. Even with his Ice Spirit Qi, enduring long was impossible. Shu Anshi’s eight-year stay here spoke volumes of his physique and mastery.

“Your Ice Spirit Qi lacks depth but is pure,” Shu Anshi said. “Training here could elevate it. The cold here may help condense an Ice Spirit False Pill. Once you form two more False Pills and ignite True Essence Fire, you’ll reach the Golden Core stage. But the spiritual energy required is immense—millions of top-grade spirit stones won’t suffice. The Spiritual Pond is essential.”

Ye Yun nodded. Though unsure why Tian Yunzi rushed his advancement, he wouldn’t waste this chance. Strength meant survival in the Great Qin Empire—and returning to Su Ling in the Jin Kingdom’s Heavenly Sword Sect. Entering the sect’s secret vault demanded at least Golden Core cultivation.

“Exotic spiritual energy depends on comprehension,” Shu Anshi continued. “Absorb this icy essence, and it’ll become Ice Spirit Qi. I grant you fifteen days. Forming the Ice Spirit False Pill would be ideal, but if not, the Spiritual Pond will suffice.” He patted Ye Yun’s shoulder.

“Thank you, elder brother. I’ll strive,” Ye Yun said.

Shu Anshi departed, leaving Ye Yun alone in the barren ice chamber.

Ye Yun sat cross-legged. Cold surged from below, engulfing him. His Ice Spirit Qi resisted, but absorption was sluggish—three to five days at best, not fifteen.

Then inspiration struck: the Heart of Immortals and Demons, flickering between his brow and dantian. It devoured all spiritual energy, storing it before releasing pure, refined energy.

Guiding the cold toward his brow, the Heart’s black-and-white vortex spun wildly, swallowing the icy essence like a bottomless pit.

One day. Two. Three.

The ice house’s cold lessened slightly, yet torrents still poured into Ye Yun. His body became a mere conduit—every pore, vein, and organ bathed in cold, toughening against it.

*Too slow.*

After three days of relentless absorption, Ye Yun unleashed the Little Absorption Technique. Coldness roared into him, icy threads linking his pores to the chamber.

His teeth chattered, body trembling, yet resolve held. Ice Spirit Qi surged, barely fending off the cold as absorption speed multiplied tenfold.