Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

Lin Feng rushed into the massive, twisted vortex.

The world spun around him.

Then,

Lin Feng felt himself flung out by a powerful force.

The next moment,

He appeared in a frigid world.

Looking around,

The air was filled with snow.

Glaciers were everywhere.

Continuously, cultivators were being teleported here.

Clearly,

It was random teleportation.

Shangyuan Daoist and Zhan Junhua had both been sent to other places.

"Is this what lies within the Divine Ruins?" Lin Feng wondered.

Many cultivators excitedly looked around.

A world blanketed in white.

Snow.

Glaciers.

As if these were the eternal, unchanging colors of this place.

"It is said the Divine Ruins is a small world, but a peerless powerhouse used formidable methods to connect this small world with the East Sea. That twisted vortex is the bond between the East Sea World and the Divine Ruins," one cultivator explained.

"A small world? What's that?" Lin Feng asked.

That cultivator explained, "In the All Heavens and Myriads of Realms, there are the Three Thousand Great Worlds, followed by Middle Worlds and small worlds. The Three Thousand Great Worlds are permanent, while the scale of Middle and small worlds doesn't compare to the Great Worlds. Middle and small worlds orbit around the Great Worlds; this is the law governing the movement of the cosmic stars."

"And what about the legendary Undying Realm?" Lin Feng continued.

"The Undying Realm stands above the Three Thousand Great Worlds, countless Middle Worlds, and small worlds. It's so fleeting and ethereal, no one knows where it is, or even if it truly exists," the cultivator replied.

Many people began to ask this middle-aged, scholarly cultivator a multitude of questions.

He answered each one.

Shortly after, the cultivators who had landed in the Ice Plateau World flew off toward the distance.

Suddenly arriving,

Everyone had lost their sense of direction.

Many chose a direction they believed would lead out of the Ice Plateau and set off.

Lin Feng, along with over a thousand other cultivators, flew in the same direction.

Snow whirled through the air.

Cold winds swept across them.

Many shivered uncontrollably from the cold.

This cold was different from any ordinary cold.

Even cultivators couldn't withstand it.

In the outside world, despite the snowfall,

Cultivators wouldn't feel cold.

But here,

Many had already turned a deathly pale from the cold.

"Why is it so cold here?" someone wondered aloud.

An elderly cultivator said, "The Divine Ruins have their own Order Law for each area. The Ice Plateau World we are in now probably possesses the Order Law of ice and cold. In the outside world, the Order Law applies to the entire vast world, so when it operates, we don't feel as cold; but here, the Order Law is too close to us. We feel the cold, and like ordinary people, staying in such an environment for too long would freeze us to death."

The main group continued deeper.

Not long after, they were attacked.

The Ice Plateau cracked open.

One after another, snow-white Fierce Beasts, each over a dozen meters tall, burst out from beneath the Ice Plateau World.

Cultivators clashed with these terrifying creatures.

"Roar!"

A roar shook the heavens as a Fierce Beast swung its massive claws at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng collided with the Fierce Beast in one strike.

Then,

He was sent flying by a swipe of the beast's terrifying claws.

"Is it that strong?" Lin Feng's face changed slightly.

He only felt his Qi-Blood roiling within him.

He nearly coughed up blood.

"This is an Ancient Ice and Snow Demon Beast. In the outside world, this species is already extinct. To think there are such fearsome creatures here; we must leave quickly, we are no match for these beasts," a cultivator who recognized the beast cried out with a pale face.

Everyone immediately fled towards the distance.

Such powerful beings, inheriting the bloodline of Ancient Fierce Beasts,

And they were social creatures.

There was simply no way to fight them.

Even someone with Great Ability would likely perish along with their path.

A group of people fled hastily.

Soon.

Lin Feng and the others had escaped from that terrible area.

They all let out a sigh of relief.

By that time, the sky had already darkened.

The group found a glacial mountain range and rested within it.

"Stride… across… primeval… eternity..."

A faint voice.

Suddenly floated in the air.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Did you hear any noises?" he asked, looking around at the other cultivators.

Many were jolted awake,

Thinking that danger had presented itself.

This Ice Plateau World was also a place fraught with danger.

One had to be extremely cautious.

Otherwise, it was easy to perish here.

"Where is there a noise? You're not experiencing auditory hallucinations, are you?" asked a cultivator who carefully listened

But heard nothing, and thus spoke.

Lin Feng then listened carefully again for that vague voice,

But could hear it no more.

"Could it really have been a mistake on my part?" he couldn't help but murmur.

The next day.

The group set off once again.

Gales swept through.

A blizzard descended.

The group stared ahead, struggling to make progress through the snowstorm.

Within the howling wind,

There seemed to be intermixed a noble and ancient voice.

"Even… a hundred… lifetimes… of… reincarnation… will… not… be… enough… to… atone for… one's… sins..."

Lin Feng heard that voice once more.

Although faint,

It was clear and distinct.

"I seem to have heard a voice," said a cultivator, looking around uneasily.

This time not only Lin Feng heard that voice,

But the other cultivators did as well.

"Voices mixed within the air, but where could they be coming from?" asked a cultivator, his expression shifting uncertainly.

In this perilous Ice Plateau World,

Hearing such noises

Was making everyone feel uneasy.

The blizzard raged on.

Many cultivators continued their journey with unsettled hearts.

Three days later.

"Thousands of tribulations, endless hardships, countless sins… not even the waters of the Nether River… could wash away... the crimes you've committed,"

The mysterious voice came yet again.

This time, it was even clearer.

Everyone's expressions grew uglier by the moment.

One after another, these enigmatic voices appeared.

But from where did they come?

The group was filled with disquiet.

Lin Feng's brow furrowed, and he had a vague premonition.

It seemed that something was about to happen.

Not long thereafter,

The ground began to shake violently.

The wind and snow, more ferocious than ever.

"Look over there, what is that?" yelled a cultivator, pointing towards the distance, his voice filled with shock.

"That is..."

Everyone looked in that direction and their faces suddenly changed.

In the midst of the fierce blizzard,

A large man appeared, bound in chains.

Behind him,

Was a mysterious stone coffin.

With every step he took,

The entire Ice Plateau World seemed to tremble.