novelaction Chapter 470: Ice Road Inheritance
Chapter 470: Ice Road Inheritance
Wizard, sorcerer, wizard, small wizard, medium wizard, big wizard, heavenly wizard, ancestor wizard...
Among the eight levels of witch cultivation, the Great Wizard is at the sixth level and usually possesses the peak strength of a Great Saint.
The inheritance of a great wizard is extremely precious and worthy of pursuit by all wizards. It is also of great use to Emperor Shitian.
However, to find the ancient ruins, one must first pass through the Black Mountain Canyon and kill 100,000 demons.
Indra took out the Tianque divine sword and scanned the surroundings with a deep gaze, always alert to the movements around him.
Ahead was a vast, dark and silent space, and the dark atmosphere in the air was more than ten times thicker than outside.
This is where demons appear, and it is surrounded by natural witchcraft prohibitions and powerful patrolling demons.
Demons are also considered a kind of dark creatures. They have strong bodies, infinite power, and extremely strong combat capabilities, making them very difficult to deal with.
Relying on his powerful physical defense and Tianque's unparalleled sharpness, Indra broke through numerous obstacles along the way, killed countless demons that blocked his way, and rapidly approached the core area.
Although there are many demons here, they are basically below the Saint level, and those above the Saint level are very rare, so it is not difficult for Indra to deal with them.
Of course, this is only true for him. It won't work for others. After all, others don't have as strong a defense as him, let alone a magical weapon like Tianque.
Although Tianque is only a quasi-holy weapon, its sharpness is even better than many holy weapons. With the support of Indra's powerful strength, it is almost invincible.
Seven days passed in a blink of an eye. After killing tens of thousands of demons, Emperor Shitian finally arrived at the deepest part of the canyon.
Under the shade of dense vines, an ancient stone gate suddenly appeared in front of him. The stone gate was engraved with obscure runes, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
Indra tried to touch the stone door, but felt a strong repulsive force that pushed him back several steps.
"There's something strange about this stone gate!"
Emperor Shitian carefully examined the runes on the stone door and analyzed, "This is an ancient witch formation that requires a specific witch pattern to open."
After saying that, he began to use the witch patterns he mastered to sense the stone gate, and gradually discovered the pattern of the witch patterns on the stone gate.
"This witch pattern can draw the energy of the Black Mountain Canyon for its own use. It contains extremely rich spiritual power fluctuations."
Thinking of this, Indra suddenly had an idea in his mind.
He condensed a forbidden witch pattern and mixed it into the runes on the stone gate, destroying the integrity of the entire formation.
A tiny forbidden witch pattern actually exerted unimaginable destructive power. The witch pattern that was originally operating in an orderly manner suddenly became chaotic.
Sparks flashed on the stone door, runes made crackling sounds, and then it slowly opened, revealing a deep passage.
"Finally opened..." Emperor Shitian smiled slightly and stepped into the passage.
It was pitch black in the passage, and I couldn't see my fingers.
Indra used his spiritual sense to perceive and found that the walls on both sides of the passage were covered with various traps, which could trigger fatal attacks if one was not careful.
These attacks are all true saint-level methods, and non-saint-level beings dare not force their way in.
Fortunately, the mechanism here is just a test for the inheritor, not to put the inheritor to death, and there are still rules to follow.
With his keen perception and rich experience, Indra successfully avoided dangerous areas.
His movements were mysterious and unpredictable, graceful and elegant, like a nimble dragon, moving freely between traps.
call!
Suddenly, a god-destroying crossbow shot out from the darkness and headed straight for Emperor Shitian's face. Because the power was too strong, a burn mark appeared in the space.
Indra was quick-eyed and quick-handed. With a wave of the Tianque sword, he cut off the arrow in an instant.
Unexpectedly, more arrows shot over, covering the sky. They were as dense as raindrops, making it impossible to avoid them.
In desperation, Indra could only resist with his own body.
Countless arrows with great destructive power pierced his body, but could not penetrate the black and white divine patterns on his body, leaving only white marks.
However, such intensive attacks caused the black and white divine patterns to vibrate violently, causing discomfort in his body.
“It almost caused a battle between the black and white divine patterns…” Emperor Shitian’s face changed and he said with lingering fear.
He had been careful enough, but he still couldn't avoid the trap completely.
Next, he "pacified" the black and white divine patterns while moving forward cautiously, and finally entered the ruins safely.
This is an ancient temple, in ruins, with only a few huge stone pillars and some broken walls left.
In the center of the hall, a huge statue comes into view.
It was a humanoid creature holding a wooden staff, carved so lifelike that its eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.
"Great Witch. Ice..."
Emperor Shitian saw the name of the statue from the base. This was a super powerful master of the Ice Wizardry, who enjoyed a great reputation in the history of the Wizard Clan.
After Indra entered, the statue seemed to come alive, emitting a strong icy breath, and the space seemed to begin to freeze.
Indra's eyes were fixed on the statue.
He always felt that things were not that simple. This so-called inheritance seemed more like a carefully designed trap.
From the moment he entered the ruins, everything seemed too smooth, as if someone was deliberately guiding him deeper step by step.
The aura of this statue is cold, mechanical, without a trace of emotion, more like a programmed instruction.
However, after thinking for a moment, he found nothing.
In desperation, he could only suppress the doubts in his heart and start thinking of ways to obtain the inheritance from the ruins.
However, the hall was empty. Apart from the statue and some ice chips on the ground, there was nothing else.
An inexplicable feeling of oppression enveloped his heart, and the air seemed to solidify, making it difficult to breathe.
Time passed by minute by minute, but nothing appeared except the increasingly intense cold.
The space was truly frozen, forming an icy world with the main hall as its center. Without a Saint level of cultivation, one couldn't even move.
Emperor Shitian did not give up. He did not believe that the Tianwu Tower would murder the inheritors who entered. At most, it would make them suffer a little.
He simply sat down cross-legged, waiting for the opportunity to appear.
The torment of waiting is more unbearable than facing danger directly.
Indra felt his palms begin to sweat, he took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm.
He knew that the more times like this happened, the more he should not panic.
He must keep a clear head to cope with the next challenges and find opportunities in the crisis.
One day, two days, three days...
Finally, after three days, the cold no longer intensified, but the statue suddenly opened its mouth and sucked Indra in.
Emperor Shitian was shocked and was about to use his strength to resist, but suddenly he found that there was a world of ice and snow around him.
In the vast expanse of ice and snow, there is an ancient altar carved from ice and jade, exuding an eternal and desolate atmosphere.
On the altar, there are countless twisted and evil runes engraved. They slowly wriggle like living things, emitting heart-pounding fluctuations.