When Chen Jing noticed the change in the surrounding air, he immediately used Shadow Cloak.

These are insights he gained while fighting himself inside the Dark Portal.

Just like the "stardust" inside the Dark Portal, interaction with the surrounding suspicious environment can cause the noise invisibility to fail! Chen Jing is worried that this abnormal air may have a similar effect.

Just as Chen Jing used his Shadow Cloak to escape, Mei Moke suddenly clicked his tongue.

Almost at the same moment, Chen Jing noticed that snowflakes began to fall around him.

The snowflakes fell like cherry blossom petals, landing either on Chen Jing's shoulders and hair or swirling down beside him.

It was a beautiful snow scene, but Chen Jing felt an overwhelming unease welling up inside him.

This means he has been discovered, and Mei Moke is attacking him with his unknown magic!

The snowflakes quickly became finer, as if turning into a thick fog that enveloped Chen Jing at the edge of the fog.

cold!

It's so cold!

The biting cold, along with the appearance of snow and mist, reached every part of Chen Jing's body. A dull, piercing pain shot through his neck, waist, knees, and soles of his feet.

In this frozen state, even taking a single step became a luxury for Chen Jing.

"How did you find me? I had disguised myself so well." Mei Moke's voice came from behind the thick, viscous, and bone-chilling snow fog.

"Never mind, with such quick wit, your blood must taste delicious."

Chen Jing's mind raced; he wasn't incapable of doing anything.

His flame-shaped longsword, "Heavenly Heart," ignited, dispelling the terrifying chill and bringing a brief warmth back into his body.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

After the snow fog enveloped the area, Mei Moke continued to approach Chen Jing. Once he was within attack range, he immediately thrust out several thin white tubes, attempting to kill Chen Jing outright.

Mei Moke seemed unaffected by the eerie snow fog surrounding him, and was able to see and move normally.

But the next moment, Chen Jing's figure vanished.

Shadow Step.

When Chen Jing realized he couldn't move, he did two things at the same time: he channeled his spiritual energy into his Heavenly Heart and used Shadow Step, a technique that allowed him to teleport in the dark.

This allowed Chen Jing to avoid the attack and teleport away to create some distance.

But he was still within the snow and fog, and the flame that had ignited in the sky flickered forlornly like a lighter's flame in the cold wind.

Besides being able to create flames, Tianxin also has the ability to make people more adaptable to extreme environments. It was thanks to these two abilities that Chen Jing was not instantly killed by the snow fog.

At least Mei Moke, who helped Chen Jing and the others appraise the spiritual artifacts, told the truth.

However, this did not save Chen Jing from danger; he was still within the snow and fog.

Chen Jing's "shadow cloak" was also ready for use, forcing him to reveal his true form.

Chen Jing guessed that Mei Moke could probably pinpoint his location directly within the snow and fog.

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, Chen Jing casually activated the power of the Silver Mist Fir, causing a thin layer of morning mist to permeate his surroundings.

Whether it's useful or not, we'll use it first and see what happens. Even if it can interfere with Mei Moke, that would be good.

At the same time, Chen Jing's own figure became blurred, as if several afterimages were swirling around him.

The Shadow Step, a footwork-based martial art, combined with the ability to create small illusions!

Chen Jing didn't believe it; the three interferences, combined with the mist from the Silver Mist Fir, were completely ineffective.

After he had done all of that, he had finished turning around.

run!

"Tsk tsk, relying on a spiritual artifact imbued with the aura of the Blood Realm to barely survive, you really know how to react." Mei Moke's laughter came from behind Chen Jing.

"Don't you know that the most effective counter to low-level cultivators are high-level cultivators on the same path?"

Before he could finish speaking, the flames ignited in Chen Jingtian's heart suddenly intensified.

The flames resembled a nimble, venomous snake transformed from fire; they burned upwards along the blade, reaching the hilt and biting into Chen Jing's hand.

Since the sword was in Chen Jing's hand, all of Chen Jing's illusions were completely ineffective!

Chen Jing gripped the sword with sheer willpower. He had long since given up on channeling spiritual energy into it, but the sword was still burning, still burning! Chen Jing felt as if the skin on his hand was being burned away and melted into the hilt of the sword.

Chen Jing could not abandon Tianxin. If he did, the surrounding snow and mist would immediately return and freeze him into an ice sculpture.

Just then, Mei Moke suddenly stopped.

"You, you haven't been devoured by me yet?" Mei Moke asked in surprise.

"Child, run!" Mei Moke suddenly shouted.

It was as if two people lived inside him, fighting for control of each other, and the words they uttered were inconsistent.

Chen Jing ran desperately, the snow mist around him dissipated, and flames burned on his hands, burning without stopping.

Chen Jing ran into the dark passage and casually tossed the burning Heavenly Heart to the spot.

"Run! Run!" Mei Moke roared, his hair standing on end in fury.

Chen Jing gritted his teeth and ran out as fast as he could. He felt as if he had not abandoned Tianxin. The flame of Tianxin was still burning inside him, baking his fragile heart like a bomb about to explode.

He finally saw the fog that had lingered over the years in the ancient Song Dynasty and ran out of the passage.

There were no more shouts behind them, only the howling of the wind and snow and the chill of the night.

Chen Jing channeled his spiritual power, plunging himself into the "dark sea" and entering a state of invisible noise.

He stumbled and ran into the street, and then into the ruins across the street.

Finally, that burning red heart could no longer suppress its emotions.

"Aa ...

Chen Jing roared loudly, venting the pain from the burns on his right hand, as well as his inner resentment and anger.

In a state where noise is invisible, no one can hear his voice.

...

After a while.

A dense cloud of snow drifted onto the street, about ten meters in diameter. From afar, one could see snowflakes gathering and falling, like a miniature winter scene.

It hesitated; it lost Chen Jing's place.

After hesitating for a moment, it randomly chose a direction and drifted away.

Chen Jing was standing in the shadows of the ruins opposite, silently watching the snow mist disappear into the vast fog.

Unbeknownst to him, Chen Jing's spiritual power was no longer consumed by maintaining the noise invisibility.

He seemed to blend into the surrounding ruins and stones, becoming part of the backdrop of this ruined city.

Who would care about a pebble on the edge when walking on the road?

Chen Jing never imagined that the opportunity for him to reach the pinnacle of the Blood Realm would be here.

As he predicted, the sign of reaching the pinnacle of the Blood Realm was indeed that noise concealment no longer consumed spiritual power.

But Chen Jing couldn't be happy; his heart felt like burnt-out ashes, devoid of any emotion.

He lowered his head, his right hand, which had suffered minor burns, clenched into a fist.

When he raised his head again, his entire demeanor seemed to have changed, becoming more profound.

Chen Jing squinted, examining the secret exit across the street, deep in thought.