"Not easy? If it's not easy, it won't be abandoned?

The difference between the Ancient Race and the Demon Race is that the Demon Race eats humans, while the Ancient Race doesn't, that's it."

The two exchanged complaints.

But there was no way.

The heavy snow blocked all roads, and they couldn't go anywhere.

At that moment, the female cultivator suddenly lifted her eyes, focused her gaze into the distance, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

The male cultivator was startled, quickly turned his head, also showing delight.

On the snow-laden sky, a flying sword was approaching, with a female cultivator in silver robes, beautiful and graceful, evidently skilled at "Water Spell", managing to part the snow in such a harsh Tumor Realm.

This technique, if outside, could part the sea for several thousand feet with a single gesture.

It must be said, those skilled in "Water Spell" hold an advantage in the Tumor Realm.

The female cultivator hurriedly waved her hand and shouted loudly: "Fellow Daoist!!"

The male cultivator also showed delight.

The two saw the silver-robed female cultivator on the flying sword evidently showing joy, swiftly flying towards them, seemingly wanting to meet.

But for some reason, the flying sword suddenly slowed down.

Only then did they notice another male cultivator sitting on the rainbow light behind the flying sword.

But before they could see the male cultivator's face clearly, before they could discuss a strategy, before deciding whether to "cooperate with these two" or "kill the male cultivator and threaten the silver-robed female cultivator to part snow and take them out", they saw a cloud of black smoke.

In the black smoke, they vaguely saw a tall banner rising, and a man taking shape, grasping a sword emitting an eerie aura from the banner.

The silver-robed female cultivator seemed to instruct, as the flying sword only approached from afar, no longer descending.

The next moment...

Whizz!

Several evil spirits flew out from the black smoke, heading directly towards the pair of cultivators.

Both the male and female cultivators were taken aback.

The female cultivator exclaimed in shock: "Attacking without even asking, is too overbearing!"

The male cultivator quickly activated his array, while coldly snorting: "Don't think we are easy to bully!"

Surprisingly, the evil spirits crashed into the barrier and bounced off abruptly.

Confidence grew in the male cultivator's eyes, ready to oppose with treasure, when suddenly... a sharp, terrifying red glow appeared before him.

The red light descended from above, landing on the barrier momentarily, yet was still blocked.

The male cultivator sneered, ready to make a move, yet in the next instant, the obstruction shattered instantly, and the red glow ferociously descended.

The male cultivator only felt a chill in his body, then saw the overwhelming red glow again.

'This... is this Demon... Demon Fixation?'

Chichi! Chichi!

All over red fell.

The cultivators who had survived for a long time in the unknown array were instantly turned into a beehive.

And the last doubt lingering in their minds was "why this person could control Demon Fixation, why"...

Song Yan raised his hand to retract the red sword.

He wasn't wrong, many Demon Fixation monsters fled from the secret realm inside but were all frozen here. Over these days, he gained greatly.

The Demon Fixation powder he gathered, if coagulated, could already form a solid short sword. Such an amount of Demon Fixation is already quite extravagant.

To ensure the stability of the Demon Sword, he even filled it with the Purple Mansion level Chong Souls of "ancient remains".

Exploring further today, encountering the living was unexpected.

"Why did Brother Dao kill them directly?" Pei Xuehan couldn't help but mutter softly, even though she already knew the answer.

Song Yan said: "Human nature is too complicated. And here, the cost of trust is too high, neither of us can afford it. So it's better they remain dead."

As he spoke, he turned the pair into Transformed Minions, pulling out the nearby frozen cultivator as well, though the latter was already dead, with no Divine Soul, so there were only two Chong Souls.

A slight inquiry revealed to Song Yan the "relationship of the three", nothing more than "one person mastered the means of survival, but could protect only a few, so the female cultivator backhandedly killed her senior brother, turning to the enemy".

As for the array, it was something the male cultivator acquired by chance, named "Soul-Sealing Array", mainly used to seal evil spirits, malevolent forces, and such.

He encountered heavy snow here, using the array hurriedly, and found that the "Soul-Sealing Array" unexpectedly had the effect of cutting off the heavy snow, so he waited here for the snow to stop.

As to why the "Soul-Sealing Array" could isolate the snow of the Tumor Realm, he completely didn't understand, having looked through some array books but found no corresponding information.

Song Yan picked up the array plate, studying it carefully.

The array patterns on the plate were complex, numbering in the tens of thousands.

But Song Yan already knew: the complexity of arrays usually inversely correlated with the number of patterns.

The fewer the patterns, the more terrifying.

Because the fewer patterns, the harder to remember, or rather simply impossible to remember.

Array patterns numbering a thousand already approached the level of "fragmented Little Celestial Dao Characters", unable to be drawn without using formal symbolic notation.

While the "Soul-Sealing Array" before him, with tens of thousands of array-pattern levels, was generally on par with "Five Elements Gathering Profound Array", "Myriad Souls Banner Sacrificial Refining Array".

He showed a contemplative look in his eyes.

...

Nightfall.

Frozen Secret Realm entrance.

Pei Xuehan nestled in Song Yan's arms.

Due to "fishing rod", "proficiency in Water Spell", the Frozen Secret Realm seemed safer than the last secret realm.

Yet only seemed, this place already served as a grave for many cultivators and Demon Fixations.

The vast snow not only lacked any beauty, but instead brimmed with a cold despair, a cemetery's silence.

In the illusion realm, Pei Xuehan and Song Yan escaped this place, but she never really saw the details in the illusion realm, whereas now... she simply leaned as close to Song Yan as possible, gazing absentmindedly into the distance.

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