Bang! Bang!

Continuous cracking sounds rang out. The Toad King did nothing but simply breathe in and out.

A fierce chill spiritual energy erupted from its mouth.

Li Xuanxiao took out a string of bronze bells.

As the bell chimes spread, Li Xuanxiao’s left hand flicked two fingers across the sword peak.

The entire cave’s cold air wildly converged but was blocked by the bell’s sound.

Li Xuanxiao’s pupils contracted slightly, and his figure instantly teleported away.

The spot where he had just stood was already frozen solid.

Wherever Li Xuanxiao moved, one after another afterimages remained—spiritual energy traces dissipating with each shadow.

If he had been half a step slower, he would have been the one frozen solid now.

Despite that, half of Li Xuanxiao’s foot was already frozen.

He had no time to care about this injury and quickly chanted spell seals under his breath.

“Qian Palace treads the Dipper, drawing the Heavenly Pivot; Xun position grips the wind, binding the dragon flood. Kan water flows backward, sealing the seven orifices; Li fire burns the meridians, severing the triple burner...”

Immediately after, several talismans glowing with light shot swiftly from Li Xuanxiao’s sleeve, embedding themselves into the ice wall beneath the ground.

With several crisp cracking sounds, the ice wall decomposed and reassembled under the talismans' impact.

However, the ice crystals did not scatter.

Instead, under the talismans’ influence, they rapidly solidified into a massive cage.

This cage was completely transparent, its four sides composed of cinnabar talismans that transformed into chains of red gold.

Countless incantations flickered faintly along the chains, forming a vast heavenly net that shrouded the Toad King’s prison.

The ice toad emitted a deep, dull sound.

Li Xuanxiao’s formation activated; flames melted ice pillars while water vapor steamed upward.

The ice toad spewed out a spiritual energy storm laced with venom.

Li Xuanxiao’s clothing instantly frosted over, and his Purple Palace Dantian filled with chilling frost. Updates are released by NoveIＦire.net

He bit his tongue, letting the essence blood drip onto his brow.

Then he traced along his sword blade.

His sword pierced directly into the storm.

The moment the sword’s edge entered the storm, the entire space violently trembled.

...

Mozi traveled forward.

Unlucky cultivators who encountered him almost always met a certain death.

A slightly luckier few were not killed by Mozi but had their souls forcibly extracted along with their memories.

Following some of these memories, Mozi found traces left by a mechanized puppet.

The puppet’s shape and residual aura clearly belonged to a Zhongzhou cultivator, not a local one from Cangzhou.

A faint smile tugged at Mozi’s lips. “Finally found it!”

Following the puppet’s residual aura, he searched further.

This time, it was not so easy.

Fortunately, just as Mozi thought all efforts were in vain, he discovered a new, stronger lingering aura.

This aura was much more potent than the previous one.

Its timestamp was more recent.

Mozi kept moving.

Relying on his cultivation and speed, in less than the time of half an incense stick burning, he covered a distance other cultivators would take half a month to reach.

Mozi stood amid a snow-covered mountain canyon split apart.

He stepped forward but suddenly halted midair.

His heart skipped a beat.

He was absorbing other cultivators’ souls, trying to locate the opponent.

Only after finding the opponent’s mechanized puppet residue could he trace back to more of their remaining belongings.

Was it just an illusion?

Looking back, he felt as if he had fallen into the opponent’s trap.

“Heh!”

At that thought, Mozi smiled.

He was truly foolish.

A grand Tribulation Transcension powerhouse like himself had nothing to fear.

Even if his cultivation was forcibly suppressed, first by the entire Cangzhou world and then by the secret realm’s restriction, he could still kill that kid with a single punch.

Thinking this, Mozi no longer hesitated and flashed forward into the place.

Unlike Li Xuanxiao’s cautious approach, Mozi’s cultivation and confidence made him believe he was invincible within the secret realm.

He truly should be an invincible existence.

There was no caution—only reckless charging.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

...

The clash between the two lasted only a brief moment.

The techniques they unleashed, even if ten Dharma Form cultivators were present, would likely all be wiped out together.

Without hesitation, Li Xuanxiao bit down on a pill.

Immediately, a mighty force surged wildly through his body.

The flying swords in his sword case shot out like a herd of wild horses, racing forward in a frenzy.

At the same time, a gigantic Dharma Form avatar appeared behind Li Xuanxiao.

Caishen formed hand seals.

Buzzing sounds accompanied her incantations as several magical treasures radiated dazzling light.

Some treasures were exquisitely small, like delicate artworks; others were enormous...

Although Caishen’s magical power was not strong, she had a vast foundation and many magical treasures.

All these treasures were of superior quality.

Under the bombardment of these treasures, Li Xuanxiao gained a slight breathing space.

But seeing these treasures, Li Xuanxiao felt a pang of pain.

It was like watching someone waste precious valuables.

Such top-tier magical treasures were destroyed after just one use.

If they were in his hands...

The thought vanished instantly.

A trapped beast still fights desperately, fighting for survival against all odds!

Li Xuanxiao recalled his life.

He seemed to have only experienced two life-or-death struggles like this, where he did not know if he would live or die the next second.

One was thirty years ago at Mount Shushan, and the other was now.

Li Xuanxiao stared into the Toad King’s pair of eyes.

In that moment, he thought of many things.

He remembered Mount Shushan, remembered Di Nü Feng...

Before him was everything of Mount Shushan, Silver Sword Peak.

His master waved at him.

In an instant, Li Xuanxiao realized he was trapped in an illusion.

The sharp sword’s ringing sound tore through the illusion.

The Toad King’s anger was now fully ignited by Li Xuanxiao.

Its already swollen cheeks inflated like balloons.

The breath it exhaled became increasingly wild, flying wildly in the air, intertwining and wrapping together to form a massive cold current.

Li Xuanxiao estimated that to defeat this venomous ice toad, he would need at least two Fusion Transcension cultivators by his side.

And this did not even count the suppression of his strength caused by the cold air here.

Spiritual energy surged wildly inside Li Xuanxiao.

His Purple Palace Dantian’s spiritual flame was continuously drawn out.

At this moment, only by mobilizing the spiritual flame could he resist the icy power.

The Toad King, originally ready to kill Li Xuanxiao outright, suddenly stopped all its movements and raised its head cautiously.

The surrounding ice pillars surged forward, but this time their target was not Li Xuanxiao.

Instead, they aimed at a bolt of lightning entering the place.

Bang! Bang!

A series of muffled sounds erupted.

Li Xuanxiao narrowed his eyes.

He saw Mozi’s afterimage frozen in space.

Finally... he had arrived!

Li Xuanxiao had indeed anticipated this possibility, but he had not expected it to be this Tribulation Transcension powerhouse he had only met once on the battlefield.

It seemed the other party truly valued him.

That frozen space only trapped Mozi for half a breath’s time.