Chapter 820

North Sea.

Pitch-black seawater churned, revealing an endless ice plain before them.

This place was immensely vast, yet almost devoid of cultivators, let alone immortal sects; at most, only those exiled by Beiyuanzhou dwelled here.

No trace of life whatsoever.

Deep within the ice plain lay an ice cave, buried under endless snow and ice, nearly impossible for mortals to discover.

Inside the ice cave, three figures appeared, each occupying one corner, linking their Dao forces; purple, green, and blue light merged three zhang ahead of them, and the seal was gradually dissolving.

Seeing this sight.

The Hundred Refinements True Lord’s face broke into a smile.

“Almost there!”

Indeed.

The three of them were Ji Fan, the Hundred Refinements True Lord, and the Guan Xu True Lord—jointly dispatched by the Three Lives Dao Altar to seek fortune in the North Sea.

After great effort, they had finally entered the Immortal Tomb. Blocked by the seal, they joined forces to form the Three Talents Array; combined with the seal’s immense age, which had worn away most of its immortal essence, success had become possible.

Yet even so, it took them over a decade before any sign of opening appeared.

“Hundred Refinements, do not distract yourself.”

Guan Xu True Lord uttered a sharp warning.

Compared to the Hundred Refinements True Lord, he appeared far more composed.

He understood.

The more critical the moment, the less one could afford carelessness—otherwise, failure would come at the very threshold.

Now was the most dangerous time—who could fathom the Immortal’s thoughts?

“Guan Xu is right.”

The Hundred Refinements True Lord quickly steadied his spirit.

He spent his entire life refining artifacts and had little interaction with others; thus, his cunning paled beside Guan Xu True Lord’s sharpness.

Of course.

Even so, as a True Lord, he was still incomparably stronger than other cultivators.

Ji Fan’s eyes also flickered with delight.

Hope had appeared.

All three redoubled their efforts.

One month later.

The seal blocking them was finally worn away, revealing a dark, gaping entrance behind it.

“This must be an antechamber.”

Said Guan Xu True Lord.

As for the main chamber—that was a place only a Dao Lord could claim; they held no such expectations.

“Ji Dao friend, Guan Xu Dao friend, let us each seek our own fortune.”

The Hundred Refinements True Lord could no longer contain himself.

He dashed into the ice cave first.

Guan Xu True Lord and Ji Fan exchanged a glance, then followed one after the other into the ice cave.

Though all three were from the Three Lives Dao Altar and had sworn Dao oaths, this concerned the very origin of Immortal Dao—while they could cooperate to break the seal, they would never willingly share the fortune.

Who would receive the Immortal Dao origin if all three found it together?

None of them wanted to share.

Moreover, they had previously explored Immortal Tombs and knew that once the seal was broken, it equated to the tomb owner’s approval—there would be little danger.

The next instant.

The front of the ice cave became empty.

A faint breeze blew, swirling vast clouds of snow.

Beyond the ice cave stretched a series of cramped chambers, each only one zhang in diameter.

“Something here?!”

The Hundred Refinements True Lord appeared in one chamber.

He had entered the ice cave first.

So he immediately chose the nearest chamber and slipped inside.

Unexpectedly—

There was something.

Inside the chamber stood a mirror, dozens of zhang tall, towering even more imposingly within the confined space.

The Hundred Refinements True Lord narrowed his eyes, his gaze gleaming with excitement.

“Immortal Dao origin.”

Even he had never imagined that the first chamber he entered would yield the Immortal Dao origin.

Of course.

To say it was pure luck—

Was impossible.

Of the three, Ji Fan hailed from Zhongyaozhou, Guan Xu True Lord from Sanqingzhou; only he came from Beiyuanzhou, the closest to the North Sea.

The Dao Lords within their sect had long been divining.