583 Underground River (1/2)

His honor was being challenged by a youth in front of so many ancient martial art practitioners of the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. As the sect leader of Weapon Forging Sect, Jiang Jingtao naturally could not stand for it.

He took one step forward. With a flash of his silhouette, he appeared before Mo Wen.

His earlier attack had been designed to simply test Mo Wen. He did not believe that in a battle between life and death, the youth would still continue to act so arrogantly.

Mo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly as he felt the astonishing imposing manner and killing intent emanating from Jiang Jingtao's body. His expression remained as calm as usual.

Just as Yin Banshuang had said, his specialty was not in his strength, but his combat skill. Since Jiang Jingtao was not much stronger than him in terms of power, he would not pose much of a threat to Mo Wen. Also, if there were no surprises, Jiang Jingtao would most likely not be a match for him.

Just as Mo Wen was prepared to unleash the Inferno Star Lord's method of the three Glories, a loud sound suddenly reverberated through the cave. Then, the earth and the mountains shook, and large boulders fell from above them.

”What's happening?” The ancient martial art practitioners in the cave began to panic one by none. Some people even had eyes full of fear. After all, this was not an ordinary place, but an abyss deep underground. Danger lurked everywhere.

”The Cold Wave has receded and the Blizzard Bears have left their dens!” An ancient martial art practitioner exclaimed loudly, pointing to a cave in the distance.

This cave looked wider the deeper it went. The furthest point inside was connected to a dark underground river. It stretched on for a long distance. No one could see where it ended.

”The Cold Wave period has finally passed?” Upon hearing this, the eyes of the surrounding ancient martial art practitioners flashed one by one with looks of joy. The reason why so many ancient martial art practitioners had gathered in this cave was to wait for the Cold Wave period to pass.

This cave was not simple. There was an underground river inside. No one knew why the river's water was chilly beyond compare, yet did not freeze. Even if later stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioners fell into the river, they would instantly become ice sculptures, let alone beginning stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioners.

Usually, no one would pay heed to the river, and even more so no one would take the risk of crossing it. But Luofeng Sect's treasure was at the end of the river. This meant that the group of ancient martial art practitioners had to come up with a way of crossing the river.

After many experiments, there had finally been a breakthrough. The underground river would have three Cold Receding Periods every month. Each time, the cold receded for a duration of two hours once every ten days. This would occur once at the start of the month, once in the middle and once more at the end.

When the cold receded, the temperature of the waters of the underground river would rise. At this moment, a beginning stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioner could confidently cross the river.

The last time the cold had receded was ten days ago. Because all the ancient martial art practitioners of the large sects had not been prepared, they had missed the best opportunity to cross the river.

Additionally, deep within the underground river lived a few Blizzard Bears. The Blizzard Bears had cultivation comparable to the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm. They would be the greatest obstacle to all the ancient martial art practitioners who were crossing the river. But the Blizzard Bears loved places that were treacherously cold. When the cold receded, they would choose to leave their dens and search for colder places. When the underground river returned to its usual chill, they would return again. Hence, this was the best opportunity to cross the river.

”The Cold has receded. Cross the river immediately.” Some ancient martial art practitioner sects had already begun leading their ancient martial art practitioners, anxiously jumping into the river. The cold would return in two hours. It did not give the crowd a lot of time. At that moment, there was not much hesitation.

”Humph, consider yourself lucky, young man. I will meet with you later,” Jiang Jingtao coldly snorted. With a backflip, his silhouette which had been about to pounce on Mo Wen changed direction in midair, furiously dashing towards the underground river.

”All members of the Weapon Forging Sect, follow me.” Jiang Jingtao gave an order. His silhouette had already appeared in front of the underground river by the time he had finished speaking. All of Weapon Forging Sect's ancient martial art practitioners immediately followed him. In an instant, another empty spot appeared in the cave.

Mo Wen retracted his hands and stood there looking at Jiang Jingtao's silhouette, remaining silent and not saying anything.

”We should make a move as well. It is certain that Luofeng Sect's treasure is at the end of the underground river. If we are late, the treasure will certainly have been snatched up by other people.” Chen Wuhui looked at Mo Wen. By now, Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian had already recovered from their injuries, their cultivation restored to peak condition.

Mo Wen nodded. He followed the others from Intentionless Sect and walked towards the underground river.

”Ah!” Suddenly, a shriek came from the underground river. It was followed by the stench of blood pervading the air. Ordinary people may not have smelled it, but the sense of smell of ancient martial art practitioners was sensitive. Immediately they knew that the stench of blood came from the underground river some distance in front of them.

Mo Wen focused his gaze and peered into the distance. He discovered that someone had carelessly fallen into the river. He did not know what living creature was in the waters of the river, and could only see water splashing and blood spurting out from the bottom of the river. Anyone could tell that the ancient martial art practitioner had met an unfortunate end.