Chapter 522 - 316: Breaking Into the Cold Abyss! Roasting the Ancestral Emperor’s Remnant Soul! (Part 3)

After flying for nearly a quarter of an hour, he still couldn’t escape the black fog, as if the Cold Abyss was boundless.

Fell too deep into the Cold Abyss?

"I was trapped by the giant hand for just a few breaths, it’s impossible to have gone so deep into the Cold Abyss!"

Suspended high in the air, Chu Ming gazed at the surging black fog around him, his brow slightly furrowed.

For a moment.

"It’s not that I’ve gone deeper into the Cold Abyss, but rather... the black fog has fled from the Cold Abyss."

Upon closer inspection, he discovered the damaged Cold Bridge, along with the original shores of the Cold Abyss.

Both the starting shore and the opposite shore were invaded by the black fog.

Clearly, the black fog had surged out from the Cold Abyss.

"This is troublesome..."

The black fog already strongly suppressed the Primordial Consciousness, and its explosive surge was even more suppressive, allowing his Primordial Technique to extend no more than thirty meters from his body.

At thirty meters, it was difficult for him to find the correct path out.

As Chu Ming pondered.

"Hmm?"

His eyes flashed, and with a flip of his hand, he produced a token, the Yan Hanling he had obtained earlier.

At this moment, the Yan Hanling was autonomously emitting cold air, which condensed and pointed towards the Cold Abyss below.

The Yan Hanling, the key to the treasures of the Yan Dynasty.

Is this anomaly in the token pointing to the final treasure location, or does it have another purpose?

Feeling the cold air of the Yan Hanling, Chu Ming stared at the Cold Abyss but did not dive in; instead, he flew upwards.

Setting aside whether there were other hidden dangers within the Cold Abyss, the mere intimidation of those two humanoid giants kept him from rushing recklessly downwards.

However.

The cold air from the Yan Hanling grew more intense, and merely ten breaths later, the cold it emitted directly froze the surrounding black fog.

This freezing effect was highly contagious; within a few more breaths, large swaths of black fog around were frozen.

Seeing the space around him gradually freezing into an icy cavern, Chu Ming could only rely on limited reference points to discern his path.

But having flown over three miles away, Chu Ming’s heart suddenly trembled.

This shiver, one he had seldom experienced, only appeared when sensing a threat to his life.

Not daring to hesitate a moment, Chu Ming immediately deployed all his defensive means, spreading the Sword Gourd Spirit and the Book and Painting Realm around himself by three meters.

Whish!

It seemed something cold and terrifying shot towards him from behind.

The next moment!

Sizzle sizzle...

"Ah—"

All they heard was a scream, followed by the sight of something pitch-black dashing away at high speed.

Chu Ming was unharmed; that pitch-black thing, upon touching the edge of the three-meter white light of the Book and Painting Realm, reacted like cold water poured onto burning coal, emitting ’sizzle sizzle’ black smoke, and then dashed away.

He grabbed into the void, capturing a wisp of black smoke, and opened his palm to reveal ash-like remnants among the smoke.

This was the Qi Rhythm White Light of the Book and Painting Realm, burning the remnants of that pitch-black entity.

Chu Ming gently pinched a bit of residue, his eyes slightly focused.

The residue reminded him of something.

Before at Mieqin River Bay, encountering highly corrosive black liquid, the residue left after the Qi Rhythm White Light purified it was similar to the ashes in his hand.

Dispersing the ashes, he turned to look below.

The ashes lingering in the black fog extended deep into the Cold Abyss, and following these traces should lead to the pitch-black entity that launched the surprise attack.

But, should he pursue it?

Suspended in mid-air, Chu Ming’s gaze fell on the Yan Hanling.

After the pitch-black entity’s failed ambush, the cold air emitted by the Yan Hanling began to diminish; within a short contemplation, it almost ceased to emit cold air.

What does this signify?

The Yan Hanling’s emission of cold air is related to that pitch-black entity?

Was the so-called cold air guidance an intentional ruse by that pitch-black entity to lure him deeper into the Cold Abyss, only for him not to be fooled?

Then, running out of patience, it struck preemptively, only to be nearly purified by the Qi Rhythm White Light of the Book and Painting Realm?

If so, it seems that as long as the Book and Painting Realm is activated, that strange entity poses no threat to him.

"I have to see what it is..."

Chu Ming was reluctant to take risks, but he was even more unwilling to be targeted by something strange.

...

Beneath the Cold Abyss.

A pitch-black mass drifted downward.

"What was that white light..." the pitch-black entity muttered, still shaken, as it landed on a piece of black short wood.

That was a jet-black short wood, about the length of a forearm, thumb-thick, smooth and glossy, exuding a black sheen, with a sinister aura emanating from within.

The black mass landed on the black short wood and vanished in the blink of an eye, seeming to enter the interior of the wood.

"Who is this person, able to fly within the black fog and control that soul-burning white light..."

"If not for the Black Soul Wood, that last hit might have truly turned me to dust." The black mist inside the short wood muttered, still with lingering fear.

"Forget it, forget it, as good as a physical body is, it’s no match for the Black Soul Wood. Better not to go out."

"..."

After a pause.

The voice from the Black Soul Wood turned angry.

"To think that I, Yan Qianlang, once traversed an era, founding the Great Yan Royal Family, yet how did my descendants turn out to be such useless fools!"

"The territory I conquered was seized by others, and now they can’t even guard the Imperial Mausoleum!"

"Useless! Useless!"

"Incompetent!"

As Yan Qianlang ranted.

"Hey, do you want to come out and chat?"

Outside the Black Soul Wood, a voice suddenly called out.

Silence, an eerie silence.

In an instant, the Black Soul Wood seemed just like an ordinary piece of short wood.

Chu Ming, wearing black attire, frowned slightly and flicked his finger, sending an Elemental Shield flying.

He knew that the black wood contained the entity that attacked him earlier, perhaps an evil remnant soul of sorts.