Chapter 1255: Bones in the Cold Cave

When they reached the depth of the cave several hundred feet, the temperature around them had dropped to the extreme. Even with the True Essence Shield to protect himself, Qingyang was shivering with cold and could hardly hold on.

Qingyang hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to continue moving forward. Such a strange cave might have something special inside. Qingyang was unwilling to go forward without seeing what was going on. However, if he continued moving forward, he would take a great risk. If he was frozen to death inside, no one would come to save him.

While hesitating, Qingyang suddenly remembered something that might be useful.

So Qingyang's mind moved, and a token appeared in his hand. This thing was the Wind and Fire Token they used when they first came to the Ancient Wind Continent and entered the Yinfeng Extreme Fire Cave. The Wind and Fire Token was refined by Yuanying cultivators and could be used to resist Yinfeng and Extreme Fire. A token could be used two or three times. After using Qingyang's Wind and Fire Token, it had been kept in the Drunken Immortal Gourd, and now it came in handy.

After taking out the Wind and Fire Order, it seemed to sense the extreme cold outside. Not long after, the token shook slightly and emitted a ball of light yellow light. Then the ball of light gradually expanded, wrapping Qingyang in the middle, filtering out most of the cold air. The cold air acting on him gradually weakened, and soon reached a level that he could withstand without the Zhenyuan shield.

Seeing that the Wind and Fire Order was indeed useful, Qingyang was relieved immediately. With this Wind and Fire Order, he didn't have to be afraid even if it was several times colder below. This was God helping him, so what was he waiting for? Qingyang had no more worries and continued to walk deeper into the cave with courage.

Qingyang walked down all the way, and after hundreds of feet, he finally came to the bottom of the cave. However, when he got here, he found that the cold air behind him did not increase much. It seemed that the position where the Wind and Fire Order was used before was the temperature critical point. In other words, even without the Wind and Fire Order, Qingyang could barely withstand the cold air at the bottom of the cave, but it was better to have the Wind and Fire Order to protect his body. Qingyang didn't have to use the Zhenyuan shield to isolate the cold air every moment, which could save a lot of Zhenyuan.

Without worrying about those little things, Qingyang was able to observe the surroundings. The bottom of the cave was not the end of the cave, but the lowest point of the cave, and it did not extend any further. Qingyang was in a large space, at least hundreds of feet in radius, which looked extremely empty. There were also several winding passages next to it, and it was unknown where they would eventually lead to.

Qingyang walked forward a few steps and suddenly stopped. Looking at the large pile of bones in front of him, he had a sense of foreboding in his heart. How could a large pile of bones suddenly appear for no reason? It couldn't be that someone had a hobby of collecting bones and kept them here specifically, right?

The only explanation was that this place was dangerous, and it was a very terrible danger. Life would be killed when it came here, and it took many years for large piles of bones to accumulate here.

What could this danger be? Cultivator? Not likely. According to Master Youmu, no one had come here for almost six hundred years. Monster or demon beast? Not likely either. There seemed to be no trace or breath of monster activity nearby. It couldn't be a ghost cultivator or a dark insect, right? But think about it, it is really possible. Didn't we encounter a group of corpse-eating insects in the fog before?

Qingyang was alert and observed carefully. He found that the white bones were all from monsters, and there were no white bones from monks. It seemed that his guess was right. There had been no monks in this ruins for a long time. Maybe the monsters outside accidentally broke into here and were killed in the end.

Qingyang couldn't help but feel depressed. He took so much effort to get to the bottom of the cave. He thought he would find something unexpected after coming down. In the end, he didn't encounter any good things, but found such a big danger first. Can't the unknown danger that can kill so many monsters kill himself? If he doesn't deal with it carefully, he might really be worried about his life.

Qingyang immediately backed out again. It seems that there is really nothing good here. Greed is not good. Let's go up. Finding a way to get out of the fog is what he should do most.

Just when Qingyang was about to turn around and leave, suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a white skeleton against the wall in front of him. It was very different from the monsters here. It seemed to be a monk.

Qingyang was a little confused. A cultivator actually died here? Didn't Master Youmu say that no one had come to this ruins for six hundred years? Could it be that he came in earlier? But no matter what, since he was a cultivator, he must have a lot of things on him. Those who could enter here must be at least Jindan cultivators. Jindan cultivators have considerable wealth and may make a small fortune.

So Qingyang came to the bones with courage. When he got closer, he found that there were still clothes on the bones, but the clothes were tattered. From a distance, it looked like a piece of rag wrapped around a skeleton. It was estimated that after the cultivator died, the body decayed and only the bones were left. The material used for the clothes was special, so it was preserved until now.

Looking at the bones on the ground, Qingyang couldn't help but sigh. Even high-level cultivators could not escape the threat of death in the end and could only become a pile of dry bones. No one knew the origins of this monk, how he got in, and how he died. Perhaps this person was just like himself, who accidentally entered the fog and couldn't get out, so he eventually passed away in this cave. Seeing him, Qingyang felt like he had seen his own future.

Fortunately, Qingyang's psychological quality is relatively strong. Now it has not reached the last step. It is not the time to despair. He still has plenty of time. Others can't get out, which does not mean Qingyang can't get out. Besides, this person may not die here because he can't get out. It is also possible that he was killed by the unknown danger like the monster bones next to him.

It is useless to think so much now. Let's see if there are any good things left by the bones. This trip to the ruins has not gained any benefits. In the future, he will be hunted down by Guihe Zhenren and Youmu Zhenjun. It's a loss-making business. Finding something is more or less a compensation. What if the dead person has a way to get out of the fog, or a map of the ruins, wouldn't he be saved?

Thinking of this, Qingyang bowed to the bones on the ground, and then silently muttered a few words, to the effect that leaving things on the other party is just a pearl covered in dust, it is better to give it to himself to make full use of it. He did not deliberately desecrate the other party's body, so don't blame him.

After he finished muttering, he felt somewhat comforted, so Qingyang bent down and began to search carefully. The clothes on the bones had completely decayed due to too much time, so Qingyang just touched them lightly, and the clothes broke into pieces and turned into ashes on the ground.