The enormous metal gate was shaped entirely like the giant face of a Binglian Puppet, its eyes closed as though it were asleep.
It was embedded in a cliff that towered into the clouds, seemingly fused with the rock.
This was the entrance to the so-called resting place of the True Immortal! Saint As had skirted formations all along the way, braved considerable danger, and expended no small amount of energy and spell power to overcome the Formation Matrix blocking their path and finally reach it!
Another Binglian Puppet?
Could the sleeping True Immortal look like this? Then what connection did they have to the Ice Refining Prince? Ye Han could not help wondering.
With that thought, Ye Han asked Saint As, "Fellow Daoist As, is this the resting place of the True Immortal? Does this statue depict what the True Immortal looks like?"
The first question was naturally pointless. If this were not the resting place of the True Immortal, would Saint As have spent so much effort bringing Ye Han and the others here?
The important point was whether this statue depicted the True Immortal! If so, what connection did that True Immortal have to the Ice Refining Prince?
Based on his experience thus far, Ye Han felt this was a rather important matter.
Yet Saint As merely gave a bitter smile and said, "I'm not entirely sure what that True Immortal looks like, either. After all, that's a sleeping True Immortal! If I'd seen them, things wouldn't be as they are now."
Hearing this, Ye Han and the others felt he had a point. If Saint As had already seen the True Immortal, he would either have obtained immortal fortuity or been killed by them. Naturally, he would not still be bringing them here now.
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