The Strongest Trial

The biting cold wind howled, snowflakes drifted like catkins, and gust after gust swept through, like icy blades slicing across the air.

At the end of this passage lay an open expanse of snow, from which emanated the chill of the Nether Bone Cold Flame.

But what moved Chen Fan was that the snowfield was packed with countless cultivators. Dense as a forest, every one of them had been frozen into an ice statue. Some even retained the expressions they had worn while speaking to others before their deaths.

Clearly, these people had not even known how they died.

In contrast, Six-Eared Macaque and the others remained calm, as though they had long since seen such a sight. They were utterly unfazed.

There were already many fresh footprints in the snow, undoubtedly left by those from the Heavenly Dao Sect. Gong Jiu and the others did not spare them another glance. Familiar with the route, they circled around the human-shaped ice sculptures and made their way step by step into the depths of the snowfield.

Chen Fan frowned slightly. He could sense the Nether Bone Cold Flame drawing nearer, but these people could not possibly have entered the mysterious, vast Five Finger Mountain for its sake. They must all have been tempted by the key that could open this realm.

If that was the case, why had Six-Eared Macaque not attacked him? After all, he carried an ancient bronze Formation Disk. It could not escape Six-Eared Macaque's golden eyes. As long as he activated it with true essence, he could return to the Great Immortal Cultivation World at any time.

At that thought, Chen Fan gave Six-Eared Macaque an inconspicuous glance, only to suddenly discover that the other party had also been watching him, intentionally or otherwise, never relaxing his