31: Dead Stone on the Icefield, Nascent Soul's Blind Spot

The scenery of the northern country, with a thousand miles of ice seal up.

A procession cast from pure black profound iron, like a silent steel Dragon, slowly advanced across the vast snowy plains.

Every Imperial Guard soldier was clad in heavy armor, their aura as steady as a mountain, Evil Qi soaring to the heavens.

This was one of the Great Qian Dynasty's most elite units, the Zhenbei Army.

In the center of the procession was a magnificent carriage carved from thousand-year-old ice crystals, emitting waves of cold Qi, isolating its interior from the outside.

Directly in front of the carriage, a middle-aged man in a royal robe with a majestic countenance sat cross-legged with his eyes closed on the back of a snow-white giant tiger.

He merely sat there, and the entire world seemed to revolve around him.

Prince Zhenbei, Han Li.

A terrifying existence at the Middle Stage of the Nascent Soul.

His Divine Thought, like an invisible net, enveloped a hundred-mile radius.

The scurrying of every snow rabbit, the falling of every snowflake, was clearly within his perception.

He had to ensure that no accidents would disturb the critically ill Ninth Princess inside the carriage before they reached the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Cave.

However.

Han Li's Divine Thought repeatedly swept across the snowy plain but consistently failed to detect anything.

Dozens of miles ahead of the procession, an inconspicuous black rock, half-buried in the wind and snow, was undergoing strange changes in its internal structure.

That was not a real rock.

That was Jiang Chen.

The Wood Escape Law had long transcended the category of “plants” and could simulate earth and stone.

But this alone was not enough to deceive a Nascent Soul Cultivator's Divine Thought.

The key lay in the slowly beating heart in his chest, covered in black demonic patterns.

Undying Demonic Heart!

With each beat, it absorbed the “deadly stillness” Qi from the surrounding icy world into his body.

Jiang Chen had lowered his life aura to an unprecedented freezing point.

He was no longer simulating a “living” rock.

He was simulating a “dead” rock.

A stubborn rock with no life, no spiritual energy fluctuations, completely integrated with this desolate ice plain.

A Nascent Soul Cultivator's Divine Thought is incredibly powerful and can perceive the minutest details.

But it scans for “vitality” and “energy fluctuations.”

When something, at the Law level, exhibits the characteristics of “death” and “nothingness,” it becomes the most perfect “blind spot” in Divine Thought.

Jiang Chen was like a dead pixel in this snowy plain, existing but unidentifiable.

He “watched” the steel Dragon slowly approach him.

The Eye of Insight had already locked onto their inevitable path.

The Fengku Corridor.

A long, narrow, giant ice valley with treacherous terrain, where fierce winds howled year-round, sounding like the wails of ghosts.

In Jiang Chen's “Array Dao Heavenly Heart” vision, beneath the wind and snow of this ice valley, a massive “Gathering Yin Formation” formed naturally by heaven and earth was concealed.

It would unconsciously gather and amplify the negative emotions of all living beings who entered this place.

Mortals who entered would become mentally deranged within half a day and freeze to death here.

This place was a natural Jedi.

And it was the first “surprise” Jiang Chen had prepared for Prince Zhenbei.

He had not set any traps.

Because any Formation with spiritual energy fluctuations would be instantly detected by Han Li.

What he had to do was pluck an invisible string.

Jiang Chen's body, from the “dead rock” state, silently melted into the frozen earth underground, following the energy Veins of the ice valley, and arrived at the core of the Gathering Yin Formation.

He sat cross-legged.

The Demon Heart began to beat violently at an unprecedented speed!

Boom!

An invisible fluctuation, centered on him, instantly detonated the entire natural Gathering Yin Formation!

He did not change the structure of the Formation.

He merely used his “Demon Heart” as a “power amplifier” and “signal tower”!

The Gathering Yin Formation, which originally only unconsciously gathered negative emotions, was at this moment endowed with “directionality.”

It transformed into a super-large-range “Heart Demon Force Field” covering the entire Fengku Corridor!

Immediately after.

Jiang Chen opened his mouth.

He did not make any sound.

But countless roars simulated by spiritual energy, filled with despair, pain, and unwillingness, were accurately sent into the ears of every Zhenbei Army soldier at the entrance of the Fengku Corridor.

That was not a Spell attack.

That was a “resonance.”

“Mother... I'm so cold...”

“Brother, wait for me! Don't leave me alone on the battlefield!”

“Why... why must we go to our deaths...”

These sounds, mixed with the clang of weapons on the battlefield and the soft accents of their hometowns, struck the deepest memories of their Souls.

The soldiers of the Zhenbei Army had strong wills and had survived countless battles; they were not afraid of swords, nor were they afraid of death.

But they were afraid of this.

Afraid of the helpless cries of their comrades who died in a foreign land.

Afraid of the tears of their old mothers at home, leaning on the door, longing for their sons to return.

The Heart Demon was ignited.