Starting With Chaos Physique-Chapter 49 - Blast Open the Ice Palace, All Ghosts Cry Together
Chapter 49 Blast Open the Ice Palace, All Ghosts Cry Together
Watching the Gu family members move methodically through the ruins, completely unconcerned about potential restrictions or formation traps, the surrounding cultivators couldn’t help but feel envious and resentful.
One cultivator had an idea and attempted to follow them, but he barely managed a few steps before a Gu family disciple casually unleashed a divine technique that reduced him to a mist of blood!
The Gu family disciples’ expressions remained relaxed, as if they had merely swatted away a few pesky flies.
This scene made the other cultivators shudder. They finally realized that the Gu family, as one of the Immortal Families, was on an entirely different level. Fearing for their lives, they quickly backed away, no longer daring to approach.
“The Northern Wasteland Sacred Tomb’s ruins… we don’t even qualify to meddle here!” someone said with a bitter laugh.
By now, the Hunting Conference had reached its midway point.
The remaining cultivators were either still engaged in frenzied battles against the corrupted demon beasts or had lost themselves to madness.
“The techniques bestowed by the immortal factions can remake me, turning me into someone who stands above others!”
These individuals cared solely about their rankings, ignoring everything else.
Their single-minded pursuit earned the disdain of many immortal faction disciples, who dismissed them as ‘rank-obsessed fools’.
“These rogue cultivators and small sect disciples might obtain techniques, but they won’t live long enough to enjoy them. Without strength, they can’t protect what they’ve earned.”
Such was the cruel reality of this world.
On the other side.
After leaving the bloodstained palace of saints, Gu Changsheng and Qin Qingqing reached the deepest part of the sacred tomb.
Ahead, a severed limb lay across a wall. Its crystalline bones shone like jade, inscribed with intricate and profound saintly runes.
Fresh blood stains still clung to it, faint traces of divine energy persisting within.
Here, the residual pressure of the saints was so immense that it seemed ready to tear apart the very flesh of anyone who entered.
Yet Gu Changsheng, shrouded in chaos energy, was entirely unaffected.
Qin Qingqing, too, remained unfazed, as her Void Physique naturally emitted spatial power, twisting and distorting the surrounding area to neutralize the pressure.
“Tsk tsk tsk… How many saints must have perished here? Just look at all the different colors of blood we’ve seen along the way…” Qin Qingqing muttered with distaste, glancing at the severed limb ahead.
For ordinary cultivators, simply entering this area would cause their bodies to explode, but the two of them could still speak casually.
“That’s no ordinary saint. That’s a Supreme Saint,” Gu Changsheng corrected her with a sidelong glance.
While both titles referred to saints, the difference between a regular saint and a supreme one was as vast as heaven and earth.
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A single Supreme Saint could forge a legendary sacred weapon capable of easily slaying ordinary saints.
Qin Qingqing’s eyes widened in shock, though she didn’t doubt Gu Changsheng’s words.
“So this sacred tomb is the burial ground of multiple Supreme Saints… What on earth happened here?”
Even in Immortal Families, Supreme Saints were considered foundational figures, rarely revealing themselves to the world.
This revelation left her shaken.
But then, she realized that if this tomb could draw the attention of multiple Supreme Saints, whatever lay within must be of unparalleled value.
After avoiding the saints’ remnants, the two soon spotted the floating ice palace in the distance. Strange sounds emanated from within, carrying a mix of wailing, resentment, and unwillingness.
“So this is the ancient ice palace… How eerie,” Qin Qingqing remarked, her delicate brows furrowing as she felt an icy chill seep into her bones.
Gu Changsheng extended his divine sense toward the palace, but it was immediately repelled by an indescribable force, as if hitting an invisible wall.
The palace stood tall and majestic, resembling an immortal realm.
While it radiated faint saintly pressure, it was much weaker than the oppressive aura of the saints’ remnants they had encountered earlier.
“We’ll need to open its gates to enter,” Gu Changsheng muttered, instantly discerning the situation.
He retrieved a radiant treasure from his Storage Ring. It gleamed with divine light, etched with Daoist patterns, and crackled with thunderous energy.
This was a powerful artifact from his clan, capable of contending with cultivators in the Tribulation Realm, far above his current level.
“Go!”
He sent the artifact hurtling forward as a divine beam of light.
“I’ll help you!”
Qin Qingqing, sensing the danger, also acted. She produced a crystalline, radiant mirror that shone brilliantly as it unleashed countless beams of divine light toward the palace.
Boom!
A deafening explosion echoed across the tomb, audible to every cultivator present. Many looked up in shock.
“The ice palace! Is someone trying to force it open?”
“It has to be the Gu family’s divine son!”
“Who else could accomplish this?”
Excited murmurs spread among the onlookers, their awe evident.
“The palace gates are opening!” Qin Qingqing exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Gu Changsheng nodded and unleashed another strike.
Suddenly, the heavens changed. Lightning crackled as terrifying shockwaves rippled through the air, fracturing space like a shattered mirror.
The four gates of the ice palace swung open, releasing a torrent of ancient and overwhelming energy. It felt as though four primordial demons had opened their mouths.
Heavenly energy streamed into the palace like water vanishing into an abyss.
From within the palace, the sound of the Great Dao resounded, filled with mystical, esoteric rhythms. It was entrancing, as if a saint was delivering a sermon to enlighten the world.
Then, the sound of wailing filled the air, accompanied by hoarse, guttural cries.
“I hate!”
“I hate!”
“Kill!”
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Countless vengeful spirits surged out of the palace like a tidal wave, blotting out the sky with their sheer numbers and intensity.
The scene was both horrifying and overwhelming.
Qin Qingqing’s expression changed drastically. “This is bad—we are in trouble!”
