Mark took a deep breath of the biting cold air, and his body suddenly rushed out from the shadow of the frozen rock like a cheetah ready to pounce.
He did not choose to return to the cliff path where the Dark Church retreated, but rushed forward without hesitation.
It was the area that the starlight rays had just broken through the fog and briefly revealed.
This is the true heart of the abyss of the Frostwhisper chasm, and most of the light is swallowed up by the thick white fog that is almost pitch black.
Only a few ice crystal bushes stubbornly growing in the cracks of the rocks emitted a faint blue light, barely outlining the contours of the rugged ground beneath their feet.
Every step was accompanied by the slight cracking sound of broken ice and frozen soil underfoot, which was infinitely amplified in the dead silence and torn apart by the whistling wind.
Mark pushed his soul perception to the extreme.
He no longer had to scan a large area to search for the enemy, which was both exhausting and easy to expose.
He simply compressed and condensed his perception into an invisible thread, tightly clinging to the extremely faint but real "starlight trail" remaining in the air.
It was the instinctive resonance of forces of the same origin, and the scent unconsciously emitted by the core power of the "Heart of the Star Skeleton", like an invisible guiding rope in the darkness.
He rushed along this perceived path, like a ghost moving through thick fog and strange rocks.
His steps became extremely light, and each landing was precisely chosen on the ice or solid rock edges, minimizing the noise.
When he encountered a steep slope or a cliff, he would climb up and slide down like a gecko, his movements showing the precision of an elven archer's training and the agility of an assassin.
The temperature at the bottom of the valley was lower than any other place he had ever been. Even the icy magic in the air carried a sticky, heavy, oppressive feeling.
Although Xiao Mu's protection was warm, the deadly cold was still like billions of ice needles, piercing his skin and magic circuits everywhere.
He had to devote part of his mind to maintaining the circulation of magic power in his body, using the slight warmth brought by the colorful black light magic to fight against the erosion of extreme cold.
Along the way, he also tasted some mixed smells.
There are weak monsters lurking deep in the ice cave, exuding the smell of decay and frost. Perhaps it is the nest of ice leeches or small ice spiders.
There are also several areas where there are obvious signs of recent human activities. The gravel has been cleared and the footprints have been mostly covered by the cold wind.
But the remaining breath of the soul is completely different from the sticky breath of the Dark Church. These breaths are rougher and heavier, with the solidity of rock and the hot embers of a furnace.
"Dwarves...people from the Deep Furnace branch have indeed been active in this area!" Mark's heart trembled, and he became more certain that his direction was correct.
These lingering auras are like signposts, vaguely pointing to a direction similar to the "star trails".
Keep going deeper!
The wind whistled in my ears, and the thick fog was stirred by the weak air currents brought by my figure.
He could feel the concentration of icy magic in the air becoming increasingly higher, and the source of warmth transmitted by Xiao Mu was also struggling.
The vague "star trails" became clearer and heavier in the soul's perception!
Deep in the thick fog ahead, the terrain seemed to be changing dramatically.
Faintly, it seemed as if the outline of a huge, rugged, irregular shadow began to appear, blocking the way forward.
At the same time, an indescribable feeling of oppression, like the heartbeat of a sleeping giant, began to slowly and lowly transmit through the frozen soil beneath the feet.
That is...
Mark stopped abruptly and crouched behind a cluster of huge ice prisms that flashed with a biting cold light.
He stared intently, his heart beating faster involuntarily.
As the fog rolled in, a huge ice crevice entrance appeared, as if it had been split open by an ancient axe!
On either side of the entrance were pitch-black ice walls tens of meters high. Looking inside, the depths were unfathomable, with only the deepest part faintly visible...
A faint, yet heart-pounding blue starlight!
The huge crack in the Frostwhisper chasm was not formed naturally!
Although the rock section at the edge of the crevasse entrance is covered with a thick layer of ice, if you look closely, you can find some ancient traces of artificial excavation and reinforcement.
And the vast starlight emanating from the deepest part of the ice crevasse, and the powerful gravity that slowly beats like the heart of the earth...
The heart of the star skeleton!
And... the hidden fortress of the Deepforge Dwarves is most likely in this ice crevice!
Mark held his breath, his wine-red eyes fixed on the mysterious entrance to the ice crevasse, as if he wanted to penetrate the thick fog and darkness and see all the secrets inside.
He could "taste" the unusual activity of the energy field near the entrance to the crevasse, and could even vaguely catch one or two extremely weak, rock-like, life breaths floating in the depths.
Found it!
Although no one has been seen yet, this is definitely the core area of Frostwhisper Canyon!
It is also the place where the star magic is the most concentrated. If the Deepfurnace Dwarf branch is really in this canyon, then this is the most likely place.
At this moment, Xiao Mu suddenly squirmed in his arms, sending out an extremely subtle but clear warning signal!
Mark was instantly alert and extended his soul perception to the steep ice walls on both sides of the entrance to the ice crevasse above.
At the edge of his perception, on the smooth, cold black ice wall, several blurry shadows, emitting a familiar, sticky, and foul aura, flowed silently upwards along the vertical surface of the ice wall like melting ink...
Mark's skin suddenly tensed, as if being pricked by invisible ice needles.
Star Rock Bone Leech!
He would never forget the aura of the 'king' of those ghost creatures that had nearly defeated them at the bottom of the Falling Star Lake!
This lingering sneaky thing is actually related to the core of the star remains in this rift?
"Fuck! It's really not a good thing!"
Mark spat fiercely in his heart, and his previous guess about the "Heart of the Star Remains" was instantly cast a heavy shadow.
Trap... The warning runes branded by Enzo in Fordragon set pricked his nerves again.
It seems that this guy was so sleepy when he was at the bottom of that broken lake that he forgot a lot of things.
I don’t know if I suddenly remembered the rune information I left for them.
Obviously, the meteorite that created the Falling Star Lake could not have been used to make just a hammer. Perhaps Enzo had never seen anything truly powerful.
The 'treasure' brought out by the Graybeard Clan might actually be a poisonous bomb wrapped in sugar!
The forgetfulness brought about by sleep caused Enzo to lose the most crucial piece of the puzzle.
The chill, carrying a magical aura similar to that of the Star Skeleton Leech, penetrated deeper into the bone marrow than the extreme ice at the bottom of the valley.
Mark suppressed the nausea and alertness that surged in his heart, and made Xiao Mu's mimicry more restrained, almost turning it into an inconspicuous dark spot at the entrance of the ice crevasse, with its edges outlined by starlight.
Then, like a drop of ink blending into the thicker night, it slid silently into the entrance of the huge ice crevasse.
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