Silver Dragon's voice was slightly distorted.

It was like being swept high up by the wind and then rapidly descending, filled with deep fear.

But as if it weren't for the rain, the ice around him started to crack.

Ji Yao discovered that after hearing the sound of ice cracking.

The entire bottom of the pool suddenly became incredibly quiet, even the whimpering of the wind disappeared completely.

The originally noisy screams also stopped.

You could hear a pin drop in the ice cave, as if there were no living creatures left inside...

Ji Yao looked around cautiously, his eyes falling on the cracked ice.

The ice, which was a full meter thick, cracked without any warning.

Could it be that something that cannot be observed with the naked eye has come in?

But her spiritual sense was always observing the surroundings and she didn't find anything.

Ji Yao's mind was working fast.

The figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, rushing towards the place where the silver dragon discovered the ghost.

After a moment, Ji Yao looked up at the face in the ice coffin that seemed to be sleeping.

For the first time, I felt like there was something stuck in my throat.

In her lifetime, she discovered her own body...

Lying in the ice coffin was the body of a female cultivator who looked similar to her.

Silver Dragon trembled for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Master, Master, are you...dead?"

Ji Yao gave it a displeased look, pursed his lips and didn't respond.

Then he carefully observed the female cultivator in the ice coffin.

If you look closely, there is still a big difference in appearance.

It is obvious that she is more beautiful and lively now.

Just as Ji Yao was looking at the person in the coffin, the wine jug in the storage ring began to bang wildly again.

Ji Yao raised his eyebrows slightly and let him out.

The wine jug, having regained its freedom, flew smoothly over the ice coffin, and the rich wine of vitality poured down.

Instantly, the person in the coffin was immersed in the wine of vitality.

Ji Yao didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the person in the coffin had a more rosy complexion.

After a while, the wine jug returned to Ji Yao's side and kept pulling her forward.

Ji Yao frowned and stood there motionless.

At this point, what else doesn't she understand?

The person in the coffin was obviously the deceased ancestor of the Shenmu clan.

That is the body she used before she went to the modern era.

For some reason, it was found to be intact at the bottom of the pool in this divine land.

However, Ji Yao didn't want to pay attention to the wine pot's little thoughts.

She felt that she was using her current body well and there was no need to switch to an unfamiliar body.

So, I can only let down the little wine pot with tears.

"Rest in peace, I'm back."

After saying this, the body of the person in the coffin withered quickly like a flower.

After a while, a seed appeared in the ice coffin.

Ji Yao calmly reached out to pick it up and solemnly placed it in the backpack in the game space.

At this moment, a gate suddenly rose in the ice coffin.

The familiar screams continued to come out from it.

Ji Yao looked at all this, the expression in his eyes was hard to discern.

Looking back at the coffin that was as quiet as a chicken, Ji Yao pulled up the silver dragon and stepped into the gate.

It was as if I was back in the chaotic abyss again.

Ji Yao looked at the space on the other side of the gate in confusion.

It was pitch dark, and the thick demonic energy seemed to be transforming into different shapes as if it was about to become a spirit.

But all this was broken by the miserable screams.

"Ah—you bastard Ji Yao! Fuck you!"

Hearing the familiar name, Silver Dragon subconsciously observed the reactions of the people around him.

My hair stood on end.

Ji Yao raised his eyebrows and smiled harmlessly, but the wine jug in his hand made a rattling sound.

Silver Dragon: Qiongqi is dead.

Following the sound, they soon saw the monster lying on the altar with its arms and legs spread out.

I saw it covered in blood, which kept gathering into the formation on the altar below it.

It was still talking nonsense, cursing its owner with different words.

Silver Dragon coughed lightly as a reminder.

The cursing stopped abruptly.

A moment later, Qiongqi's hoarse voice resounded throughout the space.

"Holy crap! Someone just took control of my mind!"

Ji Yao looked at Heidan, who was disabled but had a strong will but still did not forget to make up lies to deceive her.

He sneered, "I didn't know there was something else in this space..."

The air was so awkward that it made people tap their toes.

Qiongqi looked at the man, dragon and little tree spirit who suddenly appeared.

The whole beast collapsed on the altar like a deflated ball.

"Master, this is not my fault! I was also confused by this damn altar, so I spoke rudely..."

Ji Yao ignored its nonsense.

He jumped onto the altar and leaned over to check the direction of these magic patterns.

It was discovered that Qiongqi's blood was flowing regularly among the magic patterns, and then gathered in front of a seed-shaped pattern.

She subconsciously thought of the seeds that had just been collected.

What is the connection between the two?

Could it be that in order to open that mysterious passage, it is necessary to irrigate the seeds to make them germinate?

When Qiongqi saw Ji Yao leap onto the altar to check his injuries regardless of his own safety, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Woo woo woo, Master, you are so kind! I knew you wouldn't abandon me..."

The devilish sound filled his ears, and Ji Yao slapped him.

"Don't make noise."

Qiongqi instantly stopped talking and even his breathing became much lighter.

I was afraid that I would interrupt Ji Yao's train of thought by carelessly doing so.

At this moment, Ji Yao took out the seeds leisurely and placed them in the position of the seed pattern.

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