Chapter 43: The Cold Pool on the Cliff, the Ice Soul Bites the Heart

Ten days later, in the malaria-ridden area of ​​southern Xinjiang, the "Poison Dragon Pond".

This area is shrouded in a multicolored poisonous miasma year-round, its waters as black as ink and emitting a putrid stench. The pool's edges are rocky and host a variety of highly poisonous plants. Legend has it that a "hundred-year-old blood jade gall" lies at its bottom. The local Miao village considers it a forbidden area, citing rumors of an evil sorcerer who feeds poisonous creatures living people.

At that moment, the Poison Dragon Pond felt as if swept by a hurricane. The poisonous miasma was temporarily dispelled by the violent palm power, leaving a clearing. Several Gu Masters, dressed in strange attire, lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies blackened and their bodies grimacing. They had clearly been killed by the backlash of their more powerful poisonous abilities. The remains of various poisonous insects were scattered everywhere.

Di Feisheng stood by the pond, his dark robes ripped by the poisonous miasma. He wore a custom-made mask, revealing skin that was an abnormal bluish-purple hue. In his hand, he held a stolen Miao Dao, its blade stained with sticky venom.

He had just experienced an extremely dangerous fight. These Southern Xinjiang Gu Masters possessed strange martial arts, repelling insects and resisting poisons, their methods impossible to defend against. Although he crushed them with his sheer strength, he was also struck by several deadly poisons, which he suppressed only with his deep internal energy and the Medicine Demon's elixir.

His gaze fell on the mirror-like black water. According to the information he had extracted, the "Hundred Years Blood Jade Gallbladder" was in a cave somewhere at the bottom of the pool.

Without any hesitation, Di Feisheng took a deep breath of the air that still smelled of poison, and jumped into the poisonous pool that exuded the breath of death!

The icy water instantly enveloped my entire body, its biting chill and deadly corrosiveness simultaneously overwhelming me. Visibility was extremely poor, and in the darkness, only a variety of twisted and strange aquatic plants and lurking poisonous creatures could be seen.

He channeled his inner energy, held his breath, and dived straight down like a shark. His inner energy formed a thin shield around his body, struggling to resist the erosion of the poisonous water.

The bottom of the pond was a complex terrain, dotted with caves. Following vague clues, he searched through each cavern one by one. Along the way, he encountered several venomous leeches, each as thick as an arm and with ferocious fangs. He crushed each one with palm power or blade energy, their sticky venom staining the surrounding water even darker.

Finally, deep within a hidden cave, he sensed a strong, bloody aura. In the center of the cave, a strange, fist-sized, blood-red, faintly pulsating "gall bladder" was clinging to a piece of bone.

It is the hundred-year-old blood jade gall!

Just as he reached out to take it——

"Buzz!"

Countless eerie runes suddenly lit up the stone walls surrounding the cave! The water in the cave instantly became thick and heavy, like a quagmire, and immense pressure pressed in from all sides! At the same time, the blood jade gallbladder suddenly exploded, spewing out a large stream of scarlet poisonous mist, instantly dyeing the entire cave red!

Trap! This blood jade gallbladder itself is the most powerful poison!

Di Feisheng's eyes flashed fiercely, and instead of retreating, he advanced! Bei Fengbaizhang's extremely masculine and powerful internal energy exploded, forcibly shaking off the sticky poisonous water, and his palm desperately grabbed the blood jade gall that was spewing poisonous mist!

"puff!"

The moment his hand grasped the blood jade gallbladder, it suddenly shrank as if alive, and sharp bone spurs pierced his palm! Heart-piercing pain and a violent, bloodthirsty aura madly surged through the meridians of his arm!

Di Feisheng groaned, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but he held the struggling evil creature tightly. With his other hand, his fingers were like a knife, ruthlessly severing its connection with the bones below!

He turned around abruptly, ignoring the evil spirit and poison that were madly rushing into his body, and forced himself to use his internal energy. He rushed out of the cave like a cannonball, knocked away the sticky poisonous water, and rushed to the surface of the pool with all his might!

“Crash!”

He broke free, landing heavily on the edge of the pool. He began coughing violently, each cough tinged with black blood. He spread out his palm, and the blood jade gallbladder, still pulsing slightly and emitting an ominous red light, was clinging to his palm tightly, like a parasite.

Without hesitation, he mobilized his inner strength, forcibly peeled it off, and sealed it in a specially made lead box engraved with runes.

After doing all this, he was almost exhausted and collapsed to the ground. His skin was blue and purple, with new and old wounds overlapping. The multiple poisons in his body and the murderous aura of the blood jade gallbladder were clashing wildly, almost tearing him apart from the inside out.

He took out the pill with difficulty, poured it into his mouth without even looking at it, sat cross-legged, and forced his internal energy to drive out the poison.

For a whole day and night, he sat by the Poison Dragon Pond. His aura was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, his face was sometimes purple and sometimes pale, cold sweat and poisonous blood kept oozing out of his pores, staining the ground beneath him into a dirty color.

It wasn't until the evening of the next day that he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of sticky black blood and slowly opened his eyes. The bloodshot in his eyes hadn't faded, but there was a hint of extreme exhaustion and emptiness.

He stood up unsteadily, without even glancing at the deadly place, carefully put the lead box away, and set out on his journey again.

One by one, the blood-stained sacrifices that exuded an ominous and deathly aura were collected by him in the most crazy and reckless way.

The notoriety of "Blood Shura" grew in the martial arts world. Everyone shuddered at the mention of him, knowing that the husband of the Lotus Tower owner had gone completely mad. Wherever he went, blood and gore would spread, and everything would turn to ash.

He simply dragged his body, constantly racked with new wounds and corroded by countless toxins, numbly towards his next target, as if only this self-torturing pain and killing could temporarily fill the heart completely hollowed and maddened by loss.

In the far north, atop a thousand-foot snow-capped peak, lies a perpetually icy pool known as the "Ningpo Abyss." The waters are as black as ink, their chill piercing the bones, freezing any ordinary warrior's blood. Legend has it that at the bottom of the pool lies a mysterious and icy artifact—the "Millennium Ice Soul." This precious element is essential for practicing certain sinister techniques and a crucial ingredient in the Rama Cauldron.

At this moment, shocking blood-red ice flowers bloomed on the thousand-year-old ice layer beside the Ningpo Abyss.

Several corpses dressed in white robes, almost integrated with the ice and snow, were frozen in place in various twisted postures. They were believers sent by the "Ice Soul Cult" to guard the holy relics. At this moment, their hearts were shattered or their throats were split open by the fierce and powerful palm power. Blood spurted out and instantly solidified into scarlet ice crystals.

Di Feisheng stood by the pond, his breath instantly turning to white frost. His black robes stood out against the vast snowy landscape, ripped in places, revealing skin frozen purple and frozen wounds beneath—the marks of forcing his way through the ice cone array and cold poison traps set by the Bingpo Cult. A thin layer of frost formed on his brows and temples, his face a pale, bloodless color. Only his eyes, burning with a nearly insane, unyielding fire, were more chilling than the bitter cold itself.

Without the slightest hesitation, he took a deep breath of icy air, exerted his internal strength to the limit to resist the extreme cold, and then jumped into the bottomless, inky cold pool that exuded the breath of death!

“Plop—”

A piercing chill instantly pressed in from all sides, like countless icy needles piercing my bone marrow! My blood almost instantly solidified, and even the circulation of my internal energy became sluggish and difficult. The water was pitch black, completely obstructing my vision. I could only rely on my internal energy to perceive my surroundings.

As he continued to dive, the chill grew stronger, and so did the pressure. His protective Qi was compressed to its limit, emitting a humming sound as it struggled under the strain. According to the information extracted from him, the Millennium Ice Soul lay within a natural ice cave at the deepest part of the pool.

The further down I went, the dimmer the light became, until I was plunged into absolute darkness and dead silence, with only the faint sound of water rushing across my eardrums and my own heavy heartbeat. The extreme cold began to erode my consciousness, and my limbs gradually became numb.

Just as he was about to lose his bearings, a faint, soul-freezing chill emanated from the front! The chill strangely resonated with the numerous toxins and injuries in his body, bringing on a piercing pain!

Right there!

He took a deep breath and sped down towards the source of the chill. Sure enough, a cavern covered in thick ice appeared on the rock wall at the bottom of the pool. A faint blue light emanated from the cavern, and the deadly chill emanated from it.

He gathered all his strength and slammed it hard on the ice at the entrance of the cave!

"boom!"

The ice broke apart, revealing a narrow cave just wide enough for one person to pass through. He went in without hesitation.

Inside the cave, there was no water. Instead, there was a natural ice path extending upwards. The walls were all made of ten-thousand-year-old black ice, emitting a faint blue light. The extreme cold was several times more intense than that in the pool! Every breath was like inhaling countless ice blades, slicing through the lungs.

He climbed up the ice track, his hands and feet already numb from the cold, driven solely by will. After an unknown amount of time, the view suddenly opened up.

A vast ice chamber, composed entirely of black ice, appeared before his eyes. In the center, a fist-sized ball of light, translucent as glass, hovered, its interior swirling with countless fine, ice-blue threads. The chill it emanated distorted and froze the surrounding air. It was none other than the "Millennium Ice Soul"!

However, just below the Ice Soul, a frozen corpse sat cross-legged on the ice. Dressed in the attire of an Ice Soul Cult elder, its hands formed a strange hand seal, and an extremely sinister energy emanated from its body—a potent force, using its own flesh, blood, and soul as a catalyst, to cast a cosmic, annihilating curse. Any creature attempting to touch the Ice Soul would be instantly inflicted with the curse, freezing both soul and blood!

Di Feisheng's eyes sharpened, but he didn't flinch. He walked closer and closer to Bingpo. With each step, the biting cold grew stronger. Old wounds and new poisons in his body were triggered, and black ice slag continued to flow from the corners of his mouth.

Just three steps away from the Ice Soul, two blue will-o'-the-wisp flames suddenly lit up from the corpse's empty eye sockets! The chill in the entire ice chamber suddenly intensified! Countless visible ice-blue spells emerged from the ice, wrapping around Di Feisheng's feet like living creatures. The terrifying freezing force instantly spread upward!

Di Feisheng groaned, and his feet instantly lost consciousness. The cold air attacked his meridians like a poisonous snake!

His eyes flashed blood red, and Beifeng Baizhang's inner yang force erupted, forcefully shattering the ice-blue spell at his feet! But more spells poured in one after another! At the same time, the suspended ice soul shone brightly, and a very fine ice-blue ray suddenly shot out, piercing his forehead!

There is no place to hide!

Di Feisheng didn't dodge or evade. He slapped out with his left palm, and the powerful palm wind met the ray, while his right palm grabbed the thousand-year-old ice soul like lightning!

“Crack!”

The icy blue ray collided with the palm wind, making a teeth-grinding cracking sound, and it actually froze the palm wind and shattered it! The remaining chill instantly invaded his left arm, and the entire arm was covered with a thick layer of frost at a speed visible to the naked eye, freezing the meridians!

And at this moment, his right hand grabbed the thousand-year-old ice soul!

“Buzz!”

The moment he touched the Ice Soul, the entire ice room shook violently! The elder's corpse exploded, transforming into the purest black ice death energy, sweeping through the ice room like a storm! The spell under his feet instantly illuminated to its utmost!

Destructive freezing forces crushed down from all directions, trying to freeze him here completely!

Di Feisheng's pupils constricted, and he suddenly stuffed Bingpo into the specially made heat-insulating jade box in his arms, and at the same time released all his internal strength without reservation!

"The eighth level of Sad Wind White Palm - Heaven's Weeping!"

The extremely yang and strong palm force collided with the extremely yin and cold black ice with a loud bang!

“BOOM——!!!”

The entire ice chamber collapsed completely! Countless eons of black ice shattered and fell!

Di Feisheng spurted blood from his mouth due to the huge impact force of the collision. He was thrown backwards like a cannonball, rapidly falling along the ice path he came from, and heavily crashed into the cold pool below!

The icy-cold water enveloped him again, but at this moment, his left arm was completely frozen and numb, his right arm was bloody, and the meridians in his body were shattered by the cold and the backlash of the palm power. Many old wounds burst, and blood instantly dyed the surrounding water red.

He endured the almost debilitating pain and coldness and swam upwards desperately.

When he finally broke out of the water and fell on the ice, he was almost turned into a bloody man, covered with frost and blood, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, confirming that the jade box in his arms, which exuded a deadly chill, was intact. The paranoid madness in his eyes faded slightly, replaced by a kind of emptiness and fatigue that was on the verge of limit.

He struggled to sit up, used the last bit of his internal energy to force out the raging coldness in his body, and swallowed a large number of pills before he was able to barely stabilize his injuries.

He glanced at the Ningpo Abyss that had returned to silence, and dragged his almost broken left arm and body covered with scars, disappearing into the vast snow and wind, leaving bloody footprints behind with every step.

Another sacrifice, at the cost of blood and pain, was taken. The Shura Road continued, with no end in sight.