Immortal-Demon Mural True Work

At this moment, a biting chill hung in the air, and ice and snow coated everything around him.

Chen Fan stepped into the passageway. The ice chips beneath his feet crunched loudly, the sound especially sharp in the silent corridor, making it clear just how long it had been since anyone had come here.

His expression remained calm as he walked forward step by step, his gaze falling upon the stone walls on either side.

The passage had originally been pitch-black, so dark that even his Heavenly Eye Treasure Art could not see through it. Yet as he ventured deeper, a faint brightness gradually returned. It was not his Heavenly Eye Treasure Art taking effect, but a glimmer of light appearing ahead.

He knew he was nearing the end, but something on the stone walls also moved him. If someone faint-hearted saw it, they would surely be scared to death on the spot.

Countless pale, savage faces covered the walls. They were human faces, yet twisted so horribly that they seemed to be enduring unbearable agony. What shocked Chen Fan even more was that these faces had not been painted on—they were actual corpses.

A thick layer of ice covered the stone walls. All these people had been frozen within them, packed together in dense rows, enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Chen Fan's expression grew slightly grave. These people had likely come to subdue the Nether Bone Cold Flame as well, yet no one had succeeded throughout all these long years. One could well imagine just how powerful that cold flame was.

But Chen Fan would not be frightened away so easily. If the cold flame had been so easy to subdue, it would not be this precious.

Very soon, he reached the end of the passage, but his