I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

But he was not afraid at all. He pushed the Universe Star Undying Body to its limit, his fists were like the wind, each punch carrying enough power to seriously injure someone of the same level!

The three Netherworld Cult cultivators quickly became unable to hold on and retreated repeatedly!

Seeing this, the old man in black robes snorted coldly and took action himself!

He slapped Qin Yuan with his palm, the palm print as black as ink, exuding a nauseating stench of decay!

Qin Yuan's eyes narrowed, and four fragments of the War God Token flew out again, transforming into a gray light screen in front of him!

"boom!"

The palm print slammed into the light screen, causing it to shake violently, but eventually stabilized!

The old man in black robes changed his expression.

"The War God's Decree?!"

A glint of greed flashed in his eyes.

"You have four!"

He gritted his teeth, his aura surged, and he struck down with his palm again!

This palm strike was even stronger than the last one!

Qin Yuan grunted, and cracks appeared in the light barrier!

Just then—

A beam of icy blue sword light and a beam of blazing lightning struck the black-robed elder simultaneously!

Ling Shuanghua and Lei Dong joined forces for a single strike!

The old man in black robes screamed and flew backward, a deep sword wound on his chest that revealed the bone, and half of his body was charred by lightning!

"Walk!"

He let out a fierce shout and led his remaining men in a frantic escape!

Qin Yuan did not pursue.

He put away the War God Token, his face slightly pale.

Continuously activating the War God's Token has consumed too much energy.

Ling Shuanghua walked over, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

"Are you alright?"

Qin Yuan shook his head.

"fine."

The woman in red struggled to her feet and bowed to Qin Yuan.

"Thank you so much for saving my life, fellow Daoist! Liu Ruoxi of the Myriad Laws Sect will forever remember this!"

Qin Yuan nodded.

"No need for formalities. What were those fragments you mentioned earlier?"

Liu Ruoxi hesitated for a moment, then took out a jet-black fragment from her bosom.

Qin Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Fragments of the War God's Decree.

The fifth one.

Seeing him staring at the fragments, Liu Ruoxi felt a sudden sense of unease.

"Fellow Daoist, this is my Myriad Laws Sect..."

"I know."

Qin Yuan withdrew his gaze.

"Keep it safe. Don't let anyone else steal it."

Liu Ruoxi was stunned.

She had expected Qin Yuan to try and snatch it, after all, the Netherworld Cult had risked their lives for this fragment. But he didn't.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside her.

"Fellow Daoist, your kindness is truly admirable. Ruoxi will certainly repay you handsomely in the future!"

Qin Yuan waved his hand.

"Where are you going?"

Liu Ruoxi said, "The Ice and Fire Temple. My disciples of the Myriad Laws Sect have an appointment there."

Qin Yuan nodded.

Let's go together.

Liu Ruoxi was overjoyed.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist!"

The group reunited and continued deeper into the corridor.

Half a day later, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A magnificent palace, beyond description, stands beneath a sky ablaze with ice and fire.

Half of it is made of ice and jade, and the other half is surrounded by flames.

The Temple of Ice and Fire.

Arrived.

The Temple of Ice and Fire stands majestically.

Standing before the temple gate, Qin Yuan looked up at the magnificent building, half frozen and half burning, and felt an indescribable sense of awe.

The temple stood a thousand feet tall, covering an area of ​​a hundred miles. On the left, the ice sculptures were crystal clear, refracting a rainbow of light under the firelight; on the right, the raging flames burned fiercely, yet were suppressed by the icy air, forming solidified pillars of fire. Ice and fire achieved a strange balance here.

The main gate of the temple is a colossal gate that is hundreds of feet high.

The door has two panels, one ice blue and the other crimson. Between the two panels, there is a narrow gap, just wide enough for one person to pass through.

A chilling energy fluctuation could be faintly seen emanating from the cracks.

"This is it."

Ling Shuanghua's voice rang in my ears.

Qin Yuan turned to look at her.

She stood beside him, her veil removed, revealing her aloof and otherworldly face. But now, that face no longer held its usual indifference; instead, it carried a hint of barely perceptible tension.

What is she nervous about?

Qin Yuan followed her gaze and saw that hundreds of people had gathered in the square in front of the temple.

The Heavenly Sword Sect's team, led by Jian Wufeng, occupied the east side of the plaza.

Liu Ruoxi was talking with her fellow disciples in the Wanfa Sect's group when she saw Qin Yuan and nodded in greeting from afar.

Besides Ling Shuanghua and a few others, the Xuantian Sect's group consisted of more than a dozen disciples who were meditating and adjusting their breathing under the guidance of an elderly man with white hair.

The group of independent cultivators was densely packed, each occupying their own area.

and also--

Qin Yuan's gaze narrowed slightly.

Dozens of figures in black robes stood silently in the shadows on the west side of the square.

People of the Netherworld Cult.

The man in the lead was the old man in black robes who had been repelled in the Ice and Fire Corridor. He had recovered his strength and was now staring intently at Qin Yuan with a sinister gaze.

Behind the old man in black robes stood a familiar figure.

Mulberry seeds.

He was talking quietly with the old man in black robes, occasionally glancing up at Qin Yuan with eyes full of resentment and smugness.

Qin Yuan withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged.

"There are many of them," Ling Shuangyin whispered. "Brother Qin, be careful when you go in later."

Qin Yuan nodded.

"I know."

As soon as he finished speaking, the massive gate of the temple suddenly emitted a muffled rumble.

The narrow gap, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, began to slowly widen.

The ice-blue and crimson doors slid to the sides simultaneously, revealing an ever-growing entrance.

"The door is open!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

The crowd stirred, and countless figures rushed toward the entrance.

But the first few people who rushed to the front were blown away by an invisible force as soon as they approached the entrance!

"ah--!"

Amid screams, the men were sent flying backward, spitting blood as they crashed into the crowd, causing chaos.

"Fool," Jian Wufeng said coldly, "How dare you barge into the gates of the Ice and Fire Temple?"

He strode forward and stopped ten feet in front of the door.

With a wave of his hand, a jade slip flew out and affixed to the ice-blue door.

The jade simplified into a beam of blue light and merged into the door, causing the frost on the door to tremble slightly, as if acknowledging something.

Jian Wufeng then stepped into the temple.

Behind him, disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect filed in.

Liu Ruoxi of the Myriad Laws Sect stepped forward, took out a crimson token, and pressed it against the crimson door. The flames on the door trembled slightly, acknowledging her qualification.

The disciples of the Wanfa Sect followed closely behind.

The white-haired elder from the Xuantian Sect stood up and led Ling Shuanghua and the others to the door. He didn't take out any token; he simply placed his hand on the center of the door crack.

Ice and fire lit up simultaneously, intertwining in his palm to form a lotus flower pattern.

The old man withdrew his hand and stepped inside.

"The Xuantian Sect has a secret method," Ling Shuangyin explained to Qin Yuan in a low voice. "The marks left by disciples of past generations when exploring the Ice and Fire Temple can serve as passes."

Qin Yuan nodded.

He looked at the rogue cultivators who were still lingering outside the door.

These people have no sect tokens or sect marks, so how do they enter?

Seemingly sensing his confusion, Ling Shuanghua said, "Rogue cultivators entering the temple must undergo a baptism of ice and fire. If they survive, they can enter; if they don't, they die."

She paused.

"Would you like to come with us? The Xuantian Sect's mark allows three people to enter."

Qin Yuan shook his head.

"I'll go in myself."

Ling Shuanghua frowned slightly.

"The dangers of being baptized by ice and fire..."

"I know," Qin Yuan interrupted her, "but I want to try."

Ling Shuanghua looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

"what ever."

She turned around and, with Lei Dong and Ling Shuangyin in tow, stepped into the temple.