104: Chapter 104 The Random Emotions at the Altar Entrance

Shen Xiao calmly suppressed that trace of discomfort.

Now was not the time to dwell on such things.

He raised his hand and pointed into the distance, toward the altar entrance sealed by a thick, eerie layer of ice.

"Look there."

The ice surface was not inanimate.

It twisted slightly, as if seen through a layer of flowing oil paint.

What was even more eerie was that deep within the ice, abstract patches of light were constantly emerging and shifting.

Some were scarlet like boiling blood, pulsing restlessly; others were deep blue, bordering on black, so oppressive they seemed to absorb all light; occasionally, a flash of sickly green would streak past, carrying a heart-stopping chill.

The patches of light had no fixed shape; they flowed, collided, annihilated, and were reborn, like a boiling pot of thick soup brewed from various extreme emotions, forcibly frozen inside.

"The residual pollution in the space, combined with the inherently unstable structure of this place,"

Shen Xiao's voice was kept very low, carrying a hoarseness like metal grinding against metal,

"they have 'come alive' and are looking for an exit, or... looking for a new 'vessel'."

Xia Lengbai stared at the eerie ice surface, her gaze sharp enough to pierce through the ice.

She did not speak, only tightened her grip on the ice crystal used to stabilize Shen Xiao's injuries, its pure energy connected to her own Origin of spiritual power.

The next moment, she moved.

Without any warning, the dark golden Tomb Guardian Seal in her palm suddenly flared with bright light!

It was no longer the steady, heavy radiance from before, but transformed into a beam of ice-blue light condensed to the extreme, carrying the dead silence of absolute zero, tearing through the dim stone chamber and shooting straight toward the restless, frozen entrance!

She chose the most direct and domineering method, using her own pure Power of the Ice Soul to forcibly freeze and soothe those chaotic patches of emotional light.

"Ssss!"

The moment the beam touched the ice surface, a sudden change occurred!

The area hit by the beam did not calm down immediately; instead, it was like cold water into which hot oil had been dripped, suddenly "exploding" open!

The scarlet patches expanded instantly, emitting a silent shriek; the deep blue patches spun violently, generating a powerful suction; the sickly green patches, like living vipers, crazily spread in reverse along the energy trajectory of the ice-blue beam!

They were not being frozen; they were "devouring" Xia Lengbai's Power of the Ice Soul!

Even more terrifyingly, those filthy patches of light, eroding in reverse along the energy connection, carried a mixed wave of cold, restless, and gloomy malice, charging straight at Xia Lengbai's mind!

"Ngh!"

Xia Lengbai let out a short, stifled groan, her wrist trembling imperceptibly.

Her face instantly paled a shade, and deep within her ice-blue eyes, the chaotic fragments that had just been forcibly suppressed by the Tomb Guardian Seal seemed to be stirred up again by these external filthy emotions, showing faint signs of surging once more.

An opportunity!

Shen Xiao's pupils constricted; almost entirely by combat instinct, he captured this fleeting opening—which was also a killing opportunity!

"Don't resist it head-on!"

He shouted in a low voice, his tone distorted by the strain on his injuries, yet exceptionally clear,

"They are 'eating' your emotional anchor! The part of you that lost control just now is their best food!"

Before he finished speaking, enduring the excruciating pain of his Meridians tearing, he once again activated that wisp of Silver Pattern deep within his Dantian.

This time, he did not use it to perceive, nor to defend himself; instead, he shot that faint wisp of silver light out like the most precise flying needle!

The target was not the dancing patches of light, but the invisible "energy path" formed by the reverse erosion of the filthy light patches, connecting Xia Lengbai to the polluted ice surface!

The Silver Pattern was as thin as a strand of hair but carried a unique "marking" and "interference" property, instantly piercing into that invisible erosion path.

"Pfft!"

Shen Xiao was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a small mouthful of blood.

The feedback returned by the Silver Pattern was not clear information, but a chaotic "noise" and a cold, stinging "sensation."

But he "saw" it.

The moment the Silver Pattern pierced in, through the intense feedback, he vaguely "saw" the core of those light patches: they were not pure energy at all, but countless tiny, viscous "emotional residues" dissipated when the Consciousness Entity collapsed previously, as well as the "fragments" that leaked out when Xia Lengbai's power lost control and her consciousness cracks widened just now!

Stirred and mixed by the already unstable spatial turbulence at the altar entrance, they had turned into some kind of "hungry ghosts" seeking attachment, frantically trying to cling to any "entity" carrying strong emotional fluctuations or energy connections.

Xia Lengbai's Power of the Ice Soul beam was an excellent "conduit."

The interference of the Silver Pattern was like scattering a handful of sand into this conduit; although it could not cut it off, it greatly delayed the speed of the filthy light patches' erosion and slightly disrupted their "vision."

It was this fleeting moment of respite, less than a tenth of a breath!

Xia Lengbai was indeed a character who had managed to struggle against her fate script until now.

She didn't even look at Shen Xiao; just at the moment the erosion path slightly stalled, a fierce look erupted in her eyes, and the spiritual power in her palm suddenly vibrated at a certain profound frequency!

"Sever!"

The emitted ice-blue beam was forcibly cut off at the source by her in a nearly self-mutilating manner!

The connection was interrupted, and the filthy light patches eroding in reverse lost their "bridge." Like hitting an invisible barrier, they emitted a series of sizzling, strange noises, and retreated into the ice surface in frustration.

However, the light of the Tomb Guardian Seal in Xia Lengbai's palm did not extinguish; instead, it instantly changed its form.

It was no longer a condensed beam, but transformed into a layer of high-frequency vibrating, pale golden ripples that were almost invisible to the naked eye, covering a range of about a foot in front of her palm.

Hum...

A unique, vibrating hum that seemed to reach straight to the Soul rang out.

That was not an attack, but rather more like a "screening" or "filtering."

The pale golden "frequency-clearing" ripples spread forward like the finest sieve; wherever they passed, those dancing, restless, filthy patches of light on the ice surface seemed to be stroked by an invisible hand.

The pulsing frequency of the scarlet light patches slowed down significantly, and their color faded; the rotational suction of the deep blue light patches weakened; the sickly green light patches, as if frost and snow exposed to sunlight, quickly faded away that heart-stopping chill.

The boiling chaos at the entrance was forcibly suppressed and clarified significantly.

However, Xia Lengbai's complexion also visibly paled another shade, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from her forehead; clearly, this meticulous purification operation that targeted the essence of emotions was an immense burden on her.

She maintained the output of the frequency-clearing ripples from her palm, turned her head, and looked at Shen Xiao with her ice-blue eyes.

There was no questioning, no gratitude, only a cold scrutiny—assessing whether the tool was still useful—and a trace of subtle confirmation regarding the timing of their coordination just now.

Shen Xiao leaned against the stone wall, panting heavily; the stinging pain from the Silver Pattern's feedback made his vision go black in waves, but his gaze remained as sharp as ever, meeting her eyes.

A single glance, a life-or-death moment of fighting side-by-side, a kind of fragile and dangerous tacit understanding quietly sprouted amidst the blood and cold.

Neither of them spoke, all their focus poured into what was before them.

The frequency-clearing ripples continued to output, and the filthy light patches at the entrance were continuously suppressed and weakened.

But those light patches did not disappear; they only faded and slowed down, like silt settling to the bottom of the water, still stubbornly entrenched deep within the frozen ice.

Moreover, in the peripheral vision where Shen Xiao still retained the perception of the Silver Pattern, he vaguely saw that those faded light patches were not evenly distributed.

They seemed to be moving, extremely slowly, toward a certain central point in the ice layer at the entrance... converging.

The hum of the frequency-clearing ripples still echoed low in the cold stone chamber.

Although the light patches had weakened, they remained stubbornly present, and there was a faint trend of convergence.