Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 49 The Cold Wave of the Sky Pillar

Half a day later, the Spiritual Medicine within the Medicine Field had become much sparser, and the ground was littered with pits and hollows.

Zhao Sheng was extremely careful as he placed the last stalk of Red Fire Ganoderma into his Storage Bag.

Then, he took out the spirit medicine seeds he had prepared in advance, carefully scattered them into the vacated spaces of the Medicine Field, and finally covered them with soil.

After completing these tasks, Zhao Sheng suddenly realized he had encountered another thorny issue.

What should he do with the Green Blood Treasure Tree?

The space in his Storage Bag was limited; there was no way he could take it with him.

To kill the goose that laid the golden eggs?

Such folly, Zhao Sheng would never commit.

As long as the Green Blood Treasure Tree was alive, it would continuously produce Green Blood.

Steady gains were the true path to success!

After pondering for a while, Zhao Sheng decided not to tamper with it for now.

Not only that, but Zhao Sheng also temporarily extinguished the thought of extracting the Green Blood.

Extracting Green Blood would greatly impact the tree's growth.

By then, Zhao Sheng had already harbored a greater ambition.

If he waited until the next life...

Thinking of the wonderful future, Zhao Sheng couldn't help but smile.

Time, ah! It always stood on his side.

After taking a short break, Zhao Sheng took a Crane Beak Shovel out of his Storage Bag and walked slowly to the front of the pile of rubble at the mountain wall.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a series of digging and tapping sounds, Zhao Sheng began his journey of excavation.

The Spiritual Vein was bound to be hidden within the mountain.

What Zhao Sheng needed to do now was to carve out a passage leading to the land of the Spiritual Vein.

He had only been digging for a short while when Zhao Sheng suddenly stopped his actions, his expression turning somewhat shocked.

Inside the mountain wall, there were also thick roots growing?

They seemed to be the remaining roots of an incredibly huge and mysterious tree.

Moreover, judging by the direction of the roots, they appeared to be growing towards the Spirit Vein.

To verify this thought, Zhao Sheng actively chose to dig into the mountain following the direction of the roots.

Two days later, Zhao Sheng had excavated a tunnel three zhang deep and high enough for a person to stand upright.

Standing at the end of the tunnel, Zhao Sheng could feel a slight increase in the concentration of Spiritual Energy around him.

Although slight, it was distinguishable.

As it turned out, his guess was not wrong.

As the excavation went deeper, Zhao Sheng vexedly discovered that the roots within the mountain were becoming more dense, often obstructing his digging.

Despite this, Zhao Sheng carefully avoided these roots.

Because the roots here not only looked "fresher" than those on the slope but also faintly exuded a hint of vitality.

This made Zhao Sheng exceptionally surprised.

A certain idea he once had in a previous life once again surged within his heart.

...

A month later,

Zhao Sheng emerged from the tunnel entrance covered in dust, dumping the rubble from his Storage Bag onto a large pile of rocks beside the cave.

After a month of continuous digging, the tunnel had exceeded a hundred zhang in length. However, the Spiritual Vein was still nowhere to be seen. The only difference was a significant increase in the concentration of Spiritual Energy, almost matching the core of Dragon Carp Lake's Spirit Vein.

All signs indicated that the grade of this Spiritual Vein was higher than that of Dragon Carp Lake's, and it might even be a Second Order Spiritual Vein.

After dumping the rocks, Zhao Sheng was about to return to the cave when he suddenly heard a series of dull rumbles coming from the Cloud Mist above his head. It was like the continuous booming of thunder during a thunderstorm, the sound of the thunder approaching oppressively.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Sheng's expression turned to one of surprise as he felt an ominous premonition.

At that moment, he suddenly heard a series of soft cracking sounds coming from the mountain wall, as if something was being frozen.

In an instant, Zhao Sheng felt the outside temperature drop sharply, and then he saw frost rapidly forming on the mountain wall.

As a piercing screech suddenly passed by his ear, a cold stream rushed down from the fog above, grazing Zhao Sheng's scalp and striking the mountain wall in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, a large patch of thick white frost had formed on the nearby wall.

The temperature of the cold stream was extremely low, the chill piercing to the bone, causing Zhao Sheng's face to go numb and his hands and feet to stiffen from the cold.

Zhao Sheng's complexion changed drastically, and he exclaimed in alarm, "Not good! The cold wave has arrived early this year."

At this moment, the surrounding fog began to churn chaotically, with countless cold whirlwinds descending from the upper sky, continuously stirring the dense fog.

The temperature dropped drastically once again,

Zhao Sheng saw countless white ice particles suddenly forming in the fog, fluttering down, looking very much like snow.

But he knew well that these ice particles were far "colder" than snow.

As the temperature dropped to freezing point, the density of the surrounding fog decreased sharply.

Zhao Sheng suddenly found that his vision had never been so clear.

Yet he wished none of this had happened.

Zhao Sheng looked up at the upper sky, only to see his line of sight engulfed by an endless white.

What made his heart skip a beat was a white line emerging from the higher Cloud Sea, descending from above, extending left to right with no end in sight.

The white cold wave was boundless, crushing everything in its path with an unstoppable momentum.

Given the height of Heavenly Pillar Mountain, cold drafts and cold waves were not unusual; this was a reflection of Heavenly Pillar Mountain's unique climate.

But each year when the cold wave arrived, there were signs to follow, nothing like the suddenness of today.

The chilling air should naturally descend, but the cold streams of Heavenly Pillar Mountain were known for their chaos,

under the disturbance of raging vortices in the sky, countless cold streams turned into chilling "Ice Spears," stabbing thousands of feet deep, whistling through the enveloping cloud mist.

Such a grand spectacle was beyond imagination for anyone who had not witnessed it with their own eyes.

This was a natural disaster!

Not something mankind could stop!

Just as Zhao Sheng was about to take refuge in a cave, the demon beasts living in the area also sensed the imminent cold wave.

These normally fearless and ferocious creatures seemed to be terrified of the cold wave. They scrambled to escape, either jumping down or hiding in rock crevices and caves,

Regardless of their choice, all were trying to avoid this natural disaster.

In the blink of an eye, the number of creatures in Zhao Sheng's sight had halved.

Yet there was an unfortunate few that couldn't avoid the brunt of the cold wave and were engulfed by it midway through their escape.

"This is a huge problem!"

"Truly a huge problem!"

Elsewhere on Heavenly Pillar Mountain, but on the sunny side, numerous medicine collectors looked up at the snowflakes drifting from the sky, all with drastically changed expressions and shock in their hearts.

Cultivators were often superstitious.

Most believed the cold wave of Heavenly Pillar Mountain wouldn't come early without reason, especially three months early.

It was surely an omen. Something drastic must have happened in the upper layers of the Cloud Sea on Heavenly Pillar Mountain,

perhaps a great disaster was about to strike, or maybe a new Secret Realm had emerged!

On the other side, in the Sloping Spiritual Medicine Garden, Zhao Sheng was quickly wrapping up his work.

At this moment, the surrounding fog had been blown into ice particles by the cold air, wildly dancing in the wind with a suffocating chill.

The cold wave advanced at an incredibly fast pace, and countless demon beasts were engaged in a frenzied slaughter for their Life Path.

As he approached the cave, Zhao Sheng turned back for a glance and saw a sky full of blood, scales, and feathers, with countless large and small demon beasts and demon birds frantically fleeing and fighting in the air, their roars and cries reverberating through the Cloud Sky.

Bang, bang!

Zhao Sheng quickly moved a pile of rubble, firmly blocking the entrance to the cave.

Soon, the inside of the cave was pitch dark, and he could not see his hand in front of him.

Pop!

After a soft sound, a fist-sized fireball suddenly appeared in Zhao Sheng's palm,

brightening the cave instantly.

With light, people instinctively relax.

Listening to the distant howls and screeches coming from outside the cave, Zhao Sheng's tense mood surprisingly calmed down.

He quickly started a fire, using it to resist the surrounding cold environment.