The True Face of the Cold Flame

Six-Eared Macaque's earlier words had made Chen Fan think he was on the verge of seeing through the Heavenly Dao's scheme—that everything had been orchestrated by the Heavenly Emperor behind the scenes. Yet the original Immortal-Demon mural had directly made him feel as though another veil had been cast before his eyes, leaving him unable to see anything clearly.

Leaving aside who had painted the Immortal-Demon mural, even the imitation painting within the Immortal Palace ruins of the Cultivation World was far from simple. Powerful as Chen Fan was, even though he had memorized the mural in its entirety, it was still impossible for him to reproduce it.

Merely painting one of the figures within required immense Divine Soul power. One would even need to be intimately familiar with the Dao essence of the person in the painting, or perhaps be stronger than them, before it was possible to paint them. Otherwise, before the painting was even half finished, one would suffer backlash and die.

Amid his tangled thoughts, Chen Fan passed through several more doors and crossed several empty Stone Chambers.

Only when he reached the very end, standing before the final Stone Chamber, did he suddenly halt.

Before him was a Stone Chamber completely sealed in ice and snow. Even its entrance was covered in dense ice pillars. Without shattering them, it would be impossible to enter.

He reached out and touched one of the ice pillars. His finger split open as though it had struck a sharp blade, and blood immediately flowed down and dripped to the ground.

"What a powerful aura." Chen Fan could not help exclaiming. His physical body was already exceedingly strong; ordinary Dharma Treasures could not harm him at all. Yet this ice pillar had made him bleed with the slightest touch.

Moreover,