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

Where is the Cold Abyss Prison?

Hongyue drew a line on the map of the City Lord's Mansion with her finger, stretching from the Void Ancestral Realm all the way to the northernmost part of the Origin Ancestral Realm. "Beneath the icy plains. The prison where the gods hold their most dangerous criminals; no one has ever come out alive." She looked into Qin Yuan's eyes. "Going there alone is suicide."

Qin Yuan hung Shuangyue's token on his waist. "She's dead, so there's no point in me living."

Hongyue remained silent for a long time. "Madwoman." She turned and ordered the general behind her, "Gather the assassins. Three hundred, no, five hundred. Depart in three days to meet him."

Qin Yuan has already left.

The Void Storm resides in the deepest part of the Void Ancestral Realm. The sky is black, devoid of stars. The earth is black, devoid of paths. Only the wind exists—not ordinary wind, but a Void Storm capable of tearing apart the physical body of the Void Origin Emperor. Within the wind lie countless tiny spatial rifts, like invisible blades.

The moment Qin Yuan stepped into the storm, a deep gash cut his left arm, exposing the bone. He used his source energy to protect his body, the golden light flickering in the storm. The wind grew stronger, the cracks widening. His clothes were torn to shreds, his skin ripped open, his muscles ripped apart. His bones were exposed, white with golden patterns. He gritted his teeth and continued forward, step by step. The storm lasted for three days and three nights. He walked for three days and three nights.

When he emerged from the storm, his body was covered in wounds, not a single patch of skin intact. He stood beneath a purple sky, on a white ground, gasping for breath. Blood dripped onto the ground, hissing softly. In the distance, mountains floated, and atop them, palaces, white and gleaming, stood. The Ancestral Realm of Origin.

A patrol of divine soldiers descended from the sky. Ten men, clad in silver armor and wielding long spears. Leading them was a Void God Emperor at the second level, his face a mass of menacing features. He sized Qin Yuan up and down, then sneered.

"Mortals? Trespassing on the territory of the gods, die!"

Qin Yuan drew his bone blade. The first strike, and the leader's head flew off. The second, and three soldiers were cut in half at the waist. The third, and five soldiers fell. The last one turned to run, but Qin Yuan's bone blade flew out and pierced his heart. Ten corpses, ten breaths.

Qin Yuan drew his bone blade, seized the leader's token, and searched his spiritual sense. The Cold Abyss Prison was located in the northern icy plains. He tore off a robe from the corpse and used it to bandage his severed arm—his left arm had been cut in half during the battle, the bone exposed. He swallowed several healing pills and hurried north.

Behind him, a purple flare shot into the sky. The pursuers were closing in. He didn't turn around.

In the north, the temperature plummeted. The ground turned from white to gray, then to black, and finally to ice. The ice surface was smooth as a mirror, reflecting the purple sky. Qin Yuan ran across the ice, leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind him. Pursuers surged in from all directions, some from the sky, some from the ground, and some emerging from the ice.

On the first day, he killed seven people. On the second day, he killed twelve people. On the third day, he killed nineteen people. His cultivation weakened during the battles, and cracks appeared in the bottleneck of his peak ninth level of the Void Origin Emperor realm.

On the fourth day, a tall figure appeared on the ice. He wore silver armor and a silver helmet, and wielded a long spear of ice crystals. He was a Void God Emperor at the third level. Ice Mark.

"Mortal, you have entered the forbidden area of ​​the gods. Turn back and you will be spared death."

Qin Yuan remained silent, the bone blade pointing at him. Binghen sneered, wielding his spear, causing the ice to shatter and countless ice spikes to erupt from the ground. Qin Yuan leaped up, the ice spikes grazing his feet. Binghen swung again, and a blizzard descended from the sky, freezing Qin Yuan in the first layer of ice. He broke free, only to be frozen again. He broke free again, only to be frozen again. On the third break, his left arm was severed by the frost, the bone remaining embedded in the ice.

Qin Yuan didn't look at the severed arm. He used the bone fragment from his right shoulder to stab Binghen in the chest. Binghen's eyes widened as he looked down at the bone in his chest. Qin Yuan pulled out the bone fragment, and Binghen fell to the ground. He severed Binghen's head and hung it at his waist. He continued north.

Ice peaks appeared on the horizon. They stretched endlessly, white and sharp, like rows of teeth. At the foot of the highest peak, there was a crevice. The crevice was narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time. Three large characters were carved into the ice wall—"Frosty Abyss Prison."

Qin Yuan stepped into the crevice. The cave was pitch black, the wind biting like knives. Ice shards stung his face like needles. The ice cave stretched downwards, growing deeper and colder. On either side were cells carved from ice, holding prisoners of various races. Some were dead, frozen in ice sculptures, frozen in their death poses; others were still alive, their eyes vacant, unmoving even at Qin Yuan's gaze.

On the first level, three ice demons pounced. The ice demons were entirely white, hairless, and covered only in ice crystals. Qin Yuan, a first-level Void God Emperor, slashed repeatedly with his bone blade, shattering the three ice demons into ice blocks. On the second level, a frost giant, two zhang tall, wielded an ice hammer. Qin Yuan, a second-level Void God Emperor, fought it for a hundred moves, using speed to his advantage, his bone blade piercing the giant's skull.

He sustained new wounds. Two ribs were broken when an ice hammer struck his left ribs; an ice spike pierced his right leg, causing him to limp. Blood dripped onto the ice and quickly froze. He gritted his teeth and continued downwards.

The third level consisted of dozens of ice snakes, each as thick as an arm. Qin Yuan transformed his bone blade into a whip, severing more than a dozen with a single strike. The fourth level featured ice golems, lifeless and devoid of pain. Qin Yuan dismantled them into fragments. The fifth level was dominated by ice demon generals, at the third level of the Void God Emperor realm. Qin Yuan used a fragment of his severed arm to pierce their throats.

His cultivation level broke through during the battle. He reached the peak of the ninth level of the Void Origin Emperor realm. The ninth golden pattern on the bone blade lit up completely, illuminating the entire ice cave.

At the entrance to the sixth level stood a figure. He wore black armor and carried a black spear. He was a head taller than Iceborn and thinner than the Frost Giant. His face was bluish-green, and his eyes were white with no pupils.

"Ming Han. Fourth level of the Void God Emperor." White steam rose from his mouth as he spoke. "Having made it this far, you are worthy to know my name."

The spear thrust out. Qin Yuan parried with his bone blade, but was sent flying, crashing into the ice wall. The ice cracked, sending ice shards flying everywhere. Ming Han unleashed eighteen consecutive thrusts, each one fatal. Qin Yuan was riddled with over a dozen bloody holes—his left shoulder, right leg, abdomen, and back were all bleeding profusely. He knelt on one knee, blood flowing like a river.

The nineteenth spear thrust of Ming Han aimed for Qin Yuan's heart. Qin Yuan did not dodge. The spear pierced his left shoulder, the tip protruding from his back. He grabbed the shaft, preventing Ming Han from pulling it out. The bone blade severed Ming Han's right hand, which was holding the spear. Ming Han screamed in agony, and Qin Yuan swung the bone blade again, decapitating him.

Qin Yuan pulled the spear from his left shoulder, blood gushing from the wound. He tore off strips of cloth to wrap it around his shoulder, but before he could finish, the cloth was already soaked with blood. He continued downwards.

On the seventh floor, there were no jailers. Only a long ice corridor stretched out, its walls lined with names—the names of the most dangerous criminals imprisoned here. Qin Yuan saw the words "Reincarnation of the Azure Emperor." At the end of the corridor stood an ice door. It had no handle, no keyhole, only the inscription: "Dangerous Criminal—Reincarnation of the Azure Emperor—Never to be Released."