<h4>Chapter 1862: Where is the Stone Monument?</h4>


    “What are we going to do?” Jun Yinglian asked, but her eyes looked at the sword in her hand.


    The sword was white like snow, and it was bone-piercing cold.


    The sharp sword energy was howling for blood.


    “Nothing. We do what we have to.” Ye Xiao ndly smiled. His eyes were full of killing intent. “I think Bai Chen didn’t know my power. That was the only thing he missed! I am at the top of the third level of the Undead Stage. You are at the top of the fourth level of the Undead Stage. You and I, we are much stronger than the enemies know. Our martial arts are superior to others in the Human Realm Upon Heavens. Even a level-six Undead Stage cultivator couldn’t easily defeat us!


    “The Dark Hall of the Hall of Returning Nature is a powerful force. There must be many Undead Stage cultivators, but none of them has reached the sixth level!


    “This time, we will give Meng Wuzhen a lesson!


    “He will know that he shouldn’t have messed with us!”


    “He shouldn’t have messed with the owner of the Hall of Life and Death and the Monarch’s Hall!” Ye Xiaoughed and said, “Let’s go!”


    “Excellent!”


    Jun Yinglian held the sword in her hand and proudly walked away.


    The two of them flew up to the sky like two white clouds.


    The One Meter of Red jumped up and flew out.


    – Puff! –


    The two cultivators together rushed out of the special space.


    Suddenly, they both felt dazed... It seemed they had lived so many years at that moment.


    With a small sound, the snow world got blurred and then disappeared...


    ...


    Five good men of the Dark Hall of the Hall of Returning Nature had been waiting for over one year, followed by other twenty top-level cultivators.


    These men were having a tough life here!


    They used the jade pendant to contact Meng Wuzhen once in every several days. They kept telling him that there was no sign of any human in this snow world. They were sure that Ye Xiao was elsewhere!


    “Master, were you fooled? Is it a solid source?”


    However, Meng Wuzhen didn’t believe it. “Ye Xiao has to be there.”


    “Just keep alert! Don’t give any chance to Ye Xiao!”


    “No matter what, I want you to return with Ye Xiao’s head!”


    The five men had to stay.


    Maybe they just got bored. This ce became colder and colder to them!


    It got colder and colder every day!


    It got colder and colder every month!


    Over one year had gone. The coldness in this ce almost driven them crazy. Even Undead Stage cultivators couldn’t bear it anymore!


    It was weirdly cold!


    One day.


    Each of the five men led four followers to make big bonfires at five ces... Something surprised them...


    ‘Wait?’


    ‘Where is the red stone monument?’


    ‘They had been using the monument as the center coordinate for over one year, but they couldn’t find it anymore! What they saw was the boundless snow world! They couldn’t get used to it!’


    ‘It is... It feels much colder... The cold qi in this ce has been gathering... I can feel it bing colder and colder...’


    “Shh...” The third leader of the Dark Hall took a cold breath. He was freezing. “What the hell is this... F*ck... This is f*cking cold... I have never felt cold since I was born. I can’t stand this anymore! I am a level-five Undead Stage cultivator! I should be able to stay at any ce in the world... This is unbelievable...”


    “No wonder nobody has ever lived in the North of North Sky... This is too cold... The five Sky Kings may not be able to resist the freezing qi...” The fourth leader was trembling.


    “That’s right... There was a stone monument here... It is gone now. What the hell... Next time, when we separate, we have to shout loudly to tell everybody our positions...” The fifth leader said.


    “Stopining. Our men have gone to collect woods. Where are they? We need more. These won’tst long...” The sixth leader got some frost on his eyebrows. As he breathed, what came out was some frost in the air.


    It was hard to live in this ce. Making a bonfire was already too challenging. They had to travel ten thousand miles to collect enough woods.


    They were powerful cultivators. Traveling ten thousand miles didn’t mean anything. What troubled them was that the fire was easily put off by the cold win!


    As the bonfire was set, they had to keep pouring energy into the fire to keep it burning. Somebody even got burned on the chest, while his back was frozen. That was tough.


    Somebody said, “It is the first time in my life to suffer such crazy weather... I can piss a long ice pole... If I am not this powerful, my pen*s will be frozen off...”


    Somebodyughed. “It breaks your pen*s... Hah hah hah... That’s funny...”


    They started tough.


    Somebody suddenly got serious. “Wait. This isn’t right. How could the red monument disappear? It has been here since the North of North Sky existed. Howe it is gone now? How could a stone monument leave? Is it alive? Does it have feet?”


    The others all got serious. “That’s right. The monument doesn’t have legs. How did it leave? This is weird!”


    “Could it be Ye Xiao? Did hee?” Somebody asked.