Spreading

Inside the Taoist temple, Chen Luo seemed to have turned into a statue.

Outside, heavy snow swirled through the air, and cold qi seeped in through the main gate. A thick layer of frost had formed over the tiles by the entrance. His clothes had frozen into ice cubes, and all life had drained from his body, making him resemble a corpse.

"What is my Dao?"

It was unclear how much time had passed when a strange voice suddenly sounded within the hall. It seemed to be Chen Luo speaking, yet there was clearly no change in him.

"It is the Heart Demon."

Another voice rang out, the same as before, yet it gave off an entirely different feeling.

"No, it is the Sword Dao."

"It is Gu Arts."

"It is clearly corpse refinement."

More than a dozen identical voices rang through the room, as though they were arguing, yet also as though they were discussing something. Disputing voices continuously emerged from the empty hall, making it resemble a haunted wilderness temple and sending chills down one's spine.

Several Immortal Cultivators who had just infiltrated the snow mountain heard the voices. They exchanged looks and swiftly approached the Taoist temple.

The formation master at the front pressed his ear against the door. After exchanging a glance with his companions, he reached out and quietly pushed open a door crack. A thread of cold qi drifted out from the hall.

"So cold!"

The people at the door could not help but tremble.

One of them could not resist looking back. It was no longer the depths of winter. Even atop Snow Mountain Peak, the climate should have been pleasant, with green grass and plants growing outside. The presence of spiritual energy regulated the environment, and this was one of the most