Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme-Chapter 1572 - 1407: Not Right

"This must be where the Ice Emperor once lived. Going inside will surely yield treasures!"

"But this white mist is strange, who dares to enter?"

"If one can obtain the Ice Emperor's inheritance, standing proud in the Canglan Star Domain won't be an issue..."

"Cowards, if you all don't dare to enter, then the treasure is mine!"

Various whispers arose from the crowd, but no one immediately rushed into the dense white mist before them. Lin Mo stood in place, slightly furrowing his sword-shaped eyebrows. Inside, he felt an unusually familiar sensation, but since it was a secret realm, there might be danger. Without understanding beforehand, he did not want to take risks.

Just then, a streak of light suddenly shot out from the crowd, heading directly towards the area of white mist quickly.

Just as the person entered about a hundred meters into the white mist, their entire body was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture, suspended in the mist, unmoving, their life aura extinguished in an instant.

This scene caused terror to abruptly appear on the faces of the crowd. The person who rushed into the mist was a Star Lake Level High-level Cultivator, but they were frozen to death just one hundred meters in by the chilling white mist.

Others started to have second thoughts... But still, some willing to gamble, believing they had a trump card, turned into two streaks of light and dashed into the mist.

These two had the same strength as the previous person, also Star Lake Level High-level Cultivators with some trump cards. As soon as they entered the mist, they began to exert their might, but after advancing 120 meters, like before, they were frozen into ice sculptures, losing their lives.

"I'll go!" Suddenly, a young man in a decorated robe flew out from the crowd, his expression indifferent, sharp light flashing in his eyes, a practitioner at Star Sea Level Early Stage.

From his attire, he appeared to be a disciple from the Dayan Dynasty. His cultivation level was quite strong.

"I've been stuck at the Star Sea Level Early Stage. If I can break through this mist today, I can overcome my cultivation shackles!" The youth exuded an aura of fearless determination, his surging True Yuan wrapping around him as he became a streak of light rushing into the mist.

Lin Mo's gaze tightly followed him, brows furrowing together. The palace once resided by the Ice Emperor was not a place ordinary people could enter.

The chilling white mist eroded the Star Sea Level Early Cultivator's True Yuan. This time, after advancing over 300 meters, he let out an unwilling roar, his body frozen into an ice sculpture, centuries of cultivation ruined.

Seeing this scene, those with a final shred of hope in the crowd turned pale, realizing even a Star Sea Level Early Cultivator could advance only 300 meters.

"It seems we can't obtain the Ice Emperor's legacy!"

"This chill, probably even the elders and vice president won't withstand it!"

All at once, the crowd buzzed, preparing to leave this place to search for treasures elsewhere. Although treasures were precious, life was the most important treasure.

Just as the crowd was preparing to leave, a figure darted out from the crowd again, drawing all eyes.

"Who is that guy, isn't he afraid of death?"

"He's from the Mystic Realm Sect, fool. Not even a Star Sea Level Early Cultivator could last more than 300 meters, yet he's trying with just an Intermediate Star Lake Level cultivation?"

"He's probably mad with desire for treasures..."

This figure, his robe flapping in the frigid wind, his slightly long black hair fluttering behind him, possessed a face that bore a determination incredibly steadfast. That person was Lin Mo.

"Isn't that Lin Mo, the genius disciple of Mystic Realm Sect's Seven Sects?"

"Heard he gave the Young Prince a beating..."

"No wonder he's willing to stand out. After offending the Young Prince, life won't be easy unless he secures a treasure from the Ice Palace. Mystic Realm Sect will surely protect him..."

All kinds of rumors about Lin Mo spread, circulating amongst the crowd.

Because Lin Mo had very few friends, most in the crowd looked on coldly, eager to witness Lin Mo's demise in the white mist.

Many were envious of Lin Mo, ready to heap scorn and ridicule on him.

"Mr. Lin, this white mist is dangerous—you... better not risk it!" At this moment, a figure danced like a butterfly from the crowd, her watery eyes carrying a look of worry, gazing at the youth ahead.

Lin Mo glanced back, recognizing her as Han Xiaowen, the one who had obtained the qualification to enter the Star Palace.

"I am confident I can go in." Lin Mo said softly, offering a gentle smile, then his eyes projected an unwavering determination as he flew into the white mist.

Han Xiaowen's delicate hands clenched into fists, her thin lips pressed together, a trace of anxiousness in her eyes.

In an instant, Lin Mo rushed into the dense fog. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

One hundred meters...

Two hundred meters...

Three hundred meters...

Five hundred meters... then he vanished from everyone's view, causing the previously buzzing crowd to quiet down, followed by the expansion of massive shock and terror across their faces.

"Mr. Lin actually went in?" Han Xiaowen's eyes widened, her charming face showing a look of disbelief.

The cold in the white mist was indeed astonishing, yet Lin Mo felt a familiar sensation from within; the cold energy cultivated from the Ice Cloud Netherworld Record was the same kind as that in the mist, albeit the mist's cold was stronger and more condensed.

The Ice Cloud Netherworld Record within him automatically accelerated its circulation, continually refining the cold energy that penetrated his core barrier and invaded his body. Though the refining speed couldn't match the influx speed, it was enough to prevent Lin Mo from being frozen into an ice sculpture.

However, the cold energy that couldn't be digested in time brought a bone-scraping pain once it entered his body.

"I definitely will go in, Ice Emperor. Where have you taken Meng Die?"

Lin Mo clenched his teeth, enduring the bone-scraping pain from the cold energy corrosion, his eyes bursting forth with glaring light.

The more he advanced, the cold energy increased geometrically in intensity, freezing even the air itself. Without the Ice Cloud Netherworld Record, even Star Domain Level Experts would fall.

Upon entering the mist, Lin Mo saw human shapes turned into ice sculptures, suspended in the white fog. Up to five hundred meters, they all had Star Sea Level cultivation, beyond that were Star System Level Experts, Star Domain Level Experts... The range of white mist was immense; Lin Mo estimated tens of thousands were frozen here.

"No!" Lin Mo stared at the corpse sculptures floating in the mist, excitement curving his lips.