As Xue Kong stepped into the ice door, a bone-chilling coldness immediately spread out from inside. Even though Xue Kong was using his cultivation, he couldn't help feeling the cold.
He shuddered and then looked up.
The surroundings were crystal clear. It was the interior of the palace, which was very spacious and everything was made of ice. However, there was not a single soul inside, only a luxurious ice coffin in the center of the palace.
"You can go now." Xue Kong turned around and ordered the evil ghost.
The evil ghost immediately turned around and left, intending to devour other souls to strengthen itself.
The ice coffin in the middle of the palace was hung in the air by eight iron chains as thick as arms passing through iron rings.
Xue Kong looked up, his eyes flashing with passion: "This is what I need."
Tian Dao carried his body up and flew to a position above the ice coffin. Looking down from a high place, Xue Kongfang could see the whole picture of the ice coffin, and he could also see that there was a corpse lying quietly in the ice coffin.
It was a female corpse.
The female corpse was wearing an elegant palace dress, with long black hair reaching her waist and six emerald green jade hairpins inserted in her hair. Although she was a corpse, her face had just the right amount of makeup on, giving her the appearance of a living person's skin color.
The female corpse looked to be in her early thirties, with an extremely beautiful appearance, more beautiful than any woman Xue Kong had ever seen, like the most beautiful flower in a field of flowers. She had her hands folded on her abdomen and her posture was dignified.
Although he was lying there quietly, the elegant and noble temperament he had in his lifetime was released without any concealment, making people feel daunted and dare not touch him.
"The queen of Baiyan, a fourth-level cultivation country, the woman abducted by the Demon Lord of Baofu, the biological mother of Huangfu Wensheng, is also a corpse puppet in the middle stage of Jindan." Xue Kong muttered to himself.
Any of these identities, if placed in the outside world, would certainly cause a huge sensation.
But she lay in this cold coffin, alone for who knows how many years.
Xue Kong looked at the corpse puppet, his eyes surveying her body from head to toe, thinking to himself, "The Yin corpse I created with the Yin Corpse Weeping Blood Formation is hideously ugly, showing all the characteristics of a corpse, with festering skin and corpse spots all over it, but she looks like a living person."
"Baofu Demon Lord's corpse refining skills are far superior to mine."
"Although the appearance of skin, flesh and bones is not important to a corpse puppet, if it looks better, it can do some things." Xue Kong was somewhat tempted by the corpse refining technique of the Demon Lord of Baofu.
But unfortunately, in his memory, there was no technique similar to the corpse refining technique left on this Demon Island.
Perhaps, in the eyes of the Demon Lord Baofu, it was just a low-level spell.
Xue Kong looked at the female corpse for a few more seconds, but did not touch her. Instead, he immediately turned around and walked towards a mirror-like ice wall behind the palace.
"I am no match for this corpse puppet now. I need to get that magic weapon first." Xue Kong's face was calm as he stepped into the mirror. As soon as he stepped in, the coldness on his body disappeared without a trace.
Even the scenery around Xue Kong suddenly changed.
He appeared in a vast expanse of white space.
There is an endless expanse of ice under my feet, as if a calm sea is frozen. Looking into the distance, there is nothing but the ice under my feet and the white fog.
Xue Kong lowered his head, and his no longer childish face was reflected on the ice, looking cold and indifferent.
"Xue Kong, you're here." Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Xue Kong. Not only did it call him by his name, but the voice was exactly the same as his.
Xue Kong turned around calmly and looked behind him. There stood a young monk with a slender figure, wearing a black robe and with black hair casually draped over his shoulders.
What was shocking was that this young monk looked exactly like Xue Kong, including height, appearance, clothing, and even demeanor.
It was as if Xue Kong was standing in front of a huge mirror, and the person opposite him was himself in the mirror.
But at this moment, the man in the mirror spoke, smiling, "Are you surprised? Actually, there's nothing to be surprised about. I am you, and you are me."
“We are one.”
"It's just a trick, just an illusion." Xue Kong said calmly.
The other Xue Kong remained noncommittal: "Illusion? Really? I know your past very well. You have an immortal fetus and cursed body, and you are in the middle stage of the Jindan stage under the hundred-year furnace. You are a reborn person in this life."
"I know you know me, but you don't know I know you know me. Now can you still say I am an illusion?"
"Or, in other words, if one of us is truly an illusion, would it be you or me?"
Xue Kong frowned slightly, and said inwardly in surprise: "What a powerful illusion! He even knows my past life experiences. All my secrets are gone in front of him!"
He did know that another self would appear here.
Regardless of one's cultivation level, even a Jindan cultivator would be able to transform into another self when he came here, but he never expected that the person transformed by this illusion knew all about his past life experiences.
Fortunately, he was the only one here, otherwise, it would be really troublesome.
"To win over others, you must first win over yourself. This is nothing more than a game of conscience. You can create an identical version of me, even analyze my memories and know my past and present, but you can't steal my heart."
Xue Kong simply sat down cross-legged and began to meditate: "How can you possibly imitate my unwavering determination to achieve immortality?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Kong closed his eyes and sat there meditating and breathing, ignoring the illusion.
If his mind was not firm enough, he would have doubted after hearing the magic words just now, even if it was only a trace, and he would have lost this game of self-examination.
But his heart was as calm as dead water, without any ripples.
This is the easiest level in the Underworld. You just need to stop letting your mind wander and be firm in your heart to pass it. It is also the most difficult level. It is a test of your conscience, asking about your heart that seeks the truth. If you have even the slightest self-doubt, you will fail.
The consequence of failure is being dragged into the ice beneath your feet by the illusion, unable to escape forever.
He did not choose to suppress the illusion with force.
Because force is completely useless at this level, the person created by the illusion has the same methods as him and is difficult to kill. Even if he is lucky enough to kill him, the person created by the illusion will appear again.
"Are you avoiding me? If you avoid facing me, then you have finally lost." The other Xue Kong looked at Xue Kong indifferently and began to tempt Xue Kong to speak.
Xue Kong always turned a deaf ear.
"Escape won't solve the problem. With your intelligence, you should understand this. If you can't kill me here, I will exist forever, and you will never be able to leave."
"A Foundation Establishment cultivator only has a lifespan of two hundred years or so. Do you intend to spend your remaining years here alone?"
"Eternal life, eternal life! You keep saying you want eternal life, but if you only live for two hundred years, what kind of eternal life is that? If that's enough for you, why bother harming Honglian? Wouldn't it be the same ending if you just lived a short life as a mortal?"
"It seems that your persistence is just as ridiculous as those who talk about morality and justice."
Another Xue Kong was chattering beside him, trying every possible way to seduce Xue Kong, but Xue Kong seemed to be deaf and blind, neither looking nor listening.
He just sat cross-legged on the ground, practicing breathing exercises on his own.
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