Soon enough, under the guidance of these people, Yang Teng found the tomb of the Ice and Fire Saint.
What appeared before them was an extraordinarily bizarre scene, featuring a vortex with a diameter of a hundred feet. The powers of ice and fire were combined, forming a strange coexistence without any conflict.
"The powers of ice and fire are perfectly under control, coexisting without any repulsion. Is this the origin of the Ice and Fire Realm? Did the Ice and Fire Saint choose to die here?"
With a frown, Yang Teng coldly ordered, "You go down."
His leg had gone soft with fear. If he dared to go down, he would have gone already.
But Yang Teng didn't bother arguing. He simply grabbed him and threw him into the vortex. Immediately, he sank down.
"Very good. Let's go in."
Yang Teng ordered the man to go first. He said dispassionately, "There are great dangers within. Stick close to me. If you die, I won't have any way to explain it to His Majesty."
With those words, Yang Teng ventured in.
The depth of the whirlpool was immense, Yang Teng kept sinking.
After a long time, he finally touched solid ground. His view changed abruptly and he found himself inside a stone chamber built with the power of Ice and Fire.
"This must be the tomb."
The tomb was gloomy, as if icy winds were howling eerily.
Bloodstains were still visible all around, clearly signs of past battles.
He was on high alert. Despite his confidence in his own power, he knew a Saint's tomb guarded lethal dangers.
As he walked through the stone chamber, the powers of Ice and Fire suddenly transformed into a dense divine power, filling the entire tomb path.
Yang Teng sneered. His Primordial Chaos body was impervious to Ice and Fire. But it wasn't the case for those scouting ahead. One unlucky fellow vanished instantly under the force of Ice and Fire.
"What a pity, not even a divine body was left behind."
Yang Teng shook his head.
The sight of Yang Teng's gaze made the remaining four tremble. They felt that Yang Teng was more dangerous than the tomb. It was as if he was contemplating whether to kill them and refine their divine bodies or not.
They kept their heads down and continued their journey, not daring to glance at Yang Teng.
"Ah! There's writing here!"
Deep in the tomb, a man suddenly cried out. Words were calmly engraved on the stone wall, probably impromptu writing reflecting emotional states.
"I have been cultivating in the Ice and Fire Realm for a million years, but I still have no idea how to break through to the next realm. However, I am confident I will succeed."
These were the writings of the Ice and Fire Saint.
As they kept on going deeper, more writings showed up.
"Three million years have passed. Each breakthrough for a saint is indeed difficult, but every breakthrough brings significant change. My lifespan and Mana increase. To the next level, I feel I'm very close."
"Just a hair's breadth away from a breakthrough, but why can't I make it?"
"Annoyed! Annoyed! Annoyed!"
The Ice and Fire Saint sealed himself in the Ice and Fire Realm, without any communication. He engraved his words on the wall.
"A saint's changing moods."
Yang Teng read these words too.
"This realm, I've been working hard for ten million years, but I'm still just a hair's breadth away from breaking through. Where have I gone wrong? My power of Ice and Fire has perfectly fused to reach the realm of fine control, coexisting!"
"I don't believe that I will be forever trapped in this realm!"
"Failure, another failure, I've lost count of my failures, just by a hair's breadth, still just that little bit away!"
Yang Teng could see it.
The Ice and Fire Saint, from initial calmness to growing agitation as he faced repeated failures. His faith in his divine path started to waver. He became uncertain about the future breakthrough.
"Mine is much simpler. All I need to do is to train my Primordial Chaos body. The stronger the physical body, the stronger my power."
Yang Teng thought to himself.
Of course, he also understood that he had not encountered a dilemma like Ice Fire Saint. Trapped in a certain realm for countless eons and unable to make a breakthrough might also make him question himself.
Sharing faith in oneself is of utmost importance in cultivation!
The words on the wall were not just ordinary text, they represented the Saint's will, a strong determination.
The initial inscriptions were neat, but as they went towards the back of the tomb, the words became more and more scribbled. It showed that the Ice and Fire Saint had lost the calm he had initially possessed.
A man walking in front suddenly cried out in pain. His head exploded.
There were no words on the stone wall, only a splash of blood that was apparently spat out. It contained the power of wild fury and had not yet fully dried.
When Yang Teng looked at it, a terrifying dignity swept over him. The power was so enormous that ordinary saints wouldn't have been able to withstand the strength of the Saint's Blood. The Ice and Fire Saint's angry will condensed in it could directly kill a weak Main God.
"The Ice and Fire Saint was about to go insane."
As Yang Teng walked deeper, the inscriptions became fewer, but each one was embedded deeply into the stone wall.
"How many years have passed? How many years have I been in seclusion here, I even forgot."
"Kill! Kill! Kill! I will eliminate everything in my way to achieve my divine path. Whoever stops me, I will kill!"
"Cultivation is rebellion against the heavens itself. Rebel, I want to rebel!"
"Ah! Only by controlling a big world and becoming its true owner can I borrow the power of the world to cultivate to a higher level, even breaking the rules of the gods and controlling their power!"
"I failed, I could not control a big world, and I am too seriously injured!"
"I dictate my fate, not the heavens!"
"My lifespan is dwindling. I'll be transformed into energy within a million years."
"No, I, the Ice and Fire Saint, am so powerful. Ever since I began cultivating I have been invincible. I don't want to turn into energy, I cannot die in such a humiliating way!"
It was clear that the Ice and Fire Saint had once left the Ice and Fire Realm but returned with severe injuries, which greatly reduced his lifespan, causing irreversible damage.
A Saint, although enduring such a long lifespan, cannot coexist with the earth and heavens forever. There will always be a day when they transform into energy. The only way to obtain eternity is by continuing to break through to stronger realms, even surpassing the decay of the universe.
The Ice and Fire Saint, nearing his fateful moment, gradually fell into madness. He had become a madman.
Many of the later writings were so scribbled that Yang Teng couldn't even recognize them. It looked more like he was just randomly drawing lines, not writing words.
The end of the tomb was finally in sight.
"Master, haven't you noticed that many have entered here, yet we haven't seen a single one of them?"
Jiao Feng said cautiously from within his divine treasure.
"Indeed, could the danger be hidden further inside?"
Yang Teng also sensed something was amiss.
Before him now was a stone gate. It sealed the passage as if behind it was the core of the entire tomb.
On the stone gate, a few clear inscriptions were written calmly.
"I see through it all now. If I cannot break through, then let me face death honorably. This day has finally come."