Chapter 2231

"So that's how it is."

Fahai smiled slightly and nodded.

Afterward, Die Lan walked to the door and began to tear off the creeping vines with his hands. Only then did a strange totem pattern begin to appear on the door.

Die Lan glanced at Sun Wukong and the others, then pressed several positions on the totem in sequence.

"After we go in, if he is asleep, we will take the breath-stained bamboo leaf and leave immediately."

"If he wakes up, no matter what, we must leave here at once."

Die Lan scanned Sun Wukong and the others and said leisurely.

"Alright!"

Fahai nodded.

The stone door in front of them began to flicker with dark golden light, and then it slowly pulled open to both sides, a rumbling sound echoing.

The four of them looked at each other and then walked into the room.

The room was large and empty, but there was nothing inside except dust all over the floor and spiderwebs on the walls.

Right in the center of the room's floor, a person was tied up with eight iron chains, lying on the ground, sleeping.

One couldn't see what this person looked like at all; only very, very long white hair was scattered messily over his body.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Heavy snoring echoed in the empty room.

Sun Wukong frowned. As soon as he entered the door, he realized that this room was extremely unusual because it was far too cold here.

"So cold!"

Juan Lian wrapped his arms around his body, shivering as he spoke.

Fahai stared at the person from afar, his thick brows furrowing. His eyes were filled with intense confusion. The air here was filled with a musty smell; it should have been a very, very long time since anyone had been here, so how did this person survive here?

And could those eight iron chains really restrain him?

Die Lan stood where he was, looking at the person lying on the ground, the expression in his eyes extremely complex, and then he walked forward slowly.

Sun Wukong and the others also walked toward him.

Everyone kept their voices very low by tacit agreement, trying their best not to wake the sleeping person.

But when Sun Wukong took a step, he discovered that frost had already begun to condense under his feet.

The frost seemed to appear instantly, centering on that person and beginning to spread outward.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

The sound of ice crystals shattering appeared in the air.

Die Lan walked to a position more than ten meters away from the person and stopped, looking at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong was holding a bamboo leaf in his hand; he understood what Die Lan meant from his gaze.

Thus, Sun Wukong filled his soles with true energy and walked toward the person.

He was lying face down on the ground, not knowing how many years he had been asleep; only clusters of white mist floated up from his body.

Clearly, that was his breath.

Sun Wukong curled his lips into a smile, took a step forward, and prepared to use the bamboo leaf to stain it with his breath.

Then, a scene that shocked him appeared: when he extended the bamboo leaf over the cluster of white mist, countless ice flowers instantly condensed on the bamboo leaf, and Sun Wukong's hand also instantly turned white.

And immediately after, his entire arm turned white.

At this moment, Die Lan's willow-leaf brows furrowed, a look of worry appearing on his face.

"What on earth is this thing? Why is even his breath so cold?"

Sun Wukong thought to himself, confusion in his eyes.