# Chapter 1510: Arctic Immortal Land
The vast ice plain stretched endlessly, a boundless expanse of white, with glaciers everywhere. The cold was bone-piercing, and any breath exhaled would instantly freeze into ice crystals.
Living creatures were rarely seen here. Nothing was more northern than this place—a bitter, frozen wasteland. Aside from the pure white snow and the rolling, majestic glaciers, there was nothing else to be seen.
Ye Fan walked forward on foot. With his current cultivation level, he no longer needed to be as cautious as in the past. He could proceed straight ahead without worry.
Along the way, he saw some massive ruins and ice palaces, but none were worth stopping for. He went straight to the center of the ice plain—the North Pole. This was a terrifying field domain, where space twisted and various colorful mists spread, their light interweaving brilliantly.
This special "domain" was not small, with a radius of several hundred li. In the past, Ye Fan could only stop here; forcing his way inward would have inevitably torn him apart, shattering his golden body.
Now, he was nearly taking that crucial step to become a Great Sage. This field domain naturally could no longer stop him; he could calmly walk inside.
The mist spread, forming a huge vortex that spun continuously. Rocks rolling down from distant snow mountains would instantly turn to powder upon falling into it.
Ye Fan remained calm and composed, his long sleeves fluttering, an immortal sword on his back, his body and mind ethereal. He arrived at the forbidden zone at the center of the North Pole, setting foot on this most mysterious ancient land of the ice plain.
"Woo woo..."
Various strange howls sounded. Within the misty vortex were broken bones, stone tablets, and shattered weapons—belonging to past powerhouses—all moving with the powerful field domain.
These things might cause great trouble for others. But for Ye Fan, whose physique was naturally powerful, they meant nothing. The strands of colorful light shot out by the field domain struck his body, producing clanging sounds, but could not harm him.
Finally, he reached his destination without any incident.
Here stood a giant well, wide and deep, its end invisible. It was vast and magnificent, with many chaotic lights revolving around it. This was the root eye of the vortex.
Various ice shards flew about, colorful and dazzling. There were terrifying mysterious fluctuations, dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than outside. Dazzling beams of light burst forth from the deep well, steaming with mist.
This was the ancient immortal land that gave birth to the Arctic Immortal Light. Only one strand would soar into the sky every hundred thousand years, and it was very difficult to capture.
Ye Fan frowned. He did not see Tu Fei here. Nor did he see the old woman from the same era as Old Madman. The immortal light in the ancient well was even more intense, with terrifying True Yin Essence and magnetic light gushing out like rivers and seas. An ordinary powerhouse would instantly turn to powder upon entering.
Within the forbidden domain stood an ancient stele warning that none below the Sage level could enter.
Ye Fan had already entered. Having reached the deep well, there was naturally no reason to retreat. He lifted his foot and stepped into the well, falling downward.
Below the ice cavern, colors were variegated, light steaming like mist, bone-chillingly cold. Hundreds or thousands of corpses floated and sank, most already frozen and cracked into pieces, spinning with the vortex.
The clothing on these people was ancient, from different eras. Almost all were ancients, dead for who knows how many tens of thousands of years.
Many were Sages, which made Ye Fan frown.
He descended straight down three thousand zhang, sinking deep into the giant well. Various essences surged like seas and rivers, the fluctuations growing more intense, yet he still hadn't reached the bottom.
Only after descending ten thousand zhang did he land on an empty ground.
The underground world was not dim. Illuminated by various flying lights, it was bright everywhere, looking like a divine kingdom.
There were many ruins underground, with a huge stone gate standing at the very center. It was now open a crack, and the True Yin Essence and magnetic light were rushing out from within.
Even Ye Fan felt some pressure. Facing the fluctuations that could tear apart a Sage, he stepped forward one step at a time until he reached the front, staring at the majestic stone gate.
"Immortal Mansion!"
He saw a plaque above it with these two characters. He was momentarily startled. Surveying this underground ancient architectural area, he felt the style looked somewhat familiar.
After circling around and finding nothing, he came to the gate again. Slowly applying force, with a creaking sound, he pushed open the giant gate and stepped inside.
Bone-chilling cold and killing aura assaulted his body, enough to freeze and destroy an ordinary Sage right there. Behind the giant gate was such terror. Beams of light interwove, divine essence surged, spiritual energy was like an ocean—it was like arriving in a violent immortal domain world.
Ye Fan moved with difficulty, bearing enormous pressure as he walked. He traversed for several dozen li before emerging, letting out a long breath.
Unexpectedly, ahead was no longer cold. There was no True Yin Essence, nor various flying lights. Only deathly stillness remained, as if he had arrived before the creation of heaven and earth.
This was a gray world. What met his eyes were broken mountains, cracked valleys, riverbeds... Everything was dim, incomparably desolate, without a trace of life fluctuation.
It could be seen that this place was once a divine land, but it had suffered a catastrophe that destroyed all life, leaving only ruins.
"Boom!"
When Ye Fan stepped into a valley, blazing array patterns flickered, sending him flying. His body cracked, nearly exploding and perishing both physically and spiritually.
What place was this?!
He couldn't help but be shocked. As powerful as he was, able to suppress early-stage Great Sages, he had almost fallen here. No one would believe it if word got out.
This valley was ordinary—a waste land that had experienced fierce battles long ago and was already crippled.
Yet precisely because of this, Ye Fan had almost met his end. Just a small fragment of a broken array pattern left here—the mere thought of it was hair-raising.
Ye Fan stopped, carefully searching and examining this place. The array pattern that had nearly torn him apart was too strange.
Upon closer inspection, he grew even more horrified.
It was only a square meter of incomplete pattern, nearly worn away, dim and lusterless. After injuring him, it was half-destroyed, barely able to remain in the world.
"Great Emperor Array Pattern!" Ye Fan muttered to himself, reaching this conclusion.
This was a corner of a broken array pattern, and an extraordinary node within the grand formation. Preserved to this day, even so severely damaged, it could still injure a Great Sage!
What kind of place was this, that had once been densely covered with Great Emperor array patterns, yet had been beaten into scorched earth? Even such powerful divine patterns no longer existed.
Looking around, the scorched earth stretched endlessly, thousands of li of burned land, not a blade of grass growing. Mountain peaks were broken, the earth cracked open. Even with Great Emperor array patterns protecting it, it had been destroyed to this extent. What kind of power could that be?
Could an Emperor-level battle have occurred here? That would be too astonishing.
Ye Fan frowned deeply. With a soft hum, a cauldron flew out from between his eyebrows, hovering above his head. Cascades of starlight-like radiance hung down, protecting him within, just in case.
He walked forward, exploring this world. Finally, he murmured softly: "If it were full of life, lush with vegetation, wouldn't it be very similar to the Immortal Mansion World in Central Province?"
Especially the words "Immortal Mansion" on the outer gate—its style was even closer to that pure land in Central Province.
What connection did the two have? Ye Fan's heart pounded violently. He felt he had vaguely guessed the truth. The words "Immortal Mansion" carried profound meaning.
He quickly walked forward, wanting to verify. However, ahead, a surge of chaos billowed. He had reached the end of this small world—the path ahead was cut off!
Clearly, some broken mountains and great rift valleys had been forcibly severed here, the path ahead stopped. The original small world had been destroyed.
"What a pity. The fierce Emperor-level battle destroyed all clues. But I can go to the Immortal Mansion World in Central Province to continue investigating."
Ye Fan searched carefully, not wanting to miss any place. Finally, in a ruined rift valley, he discovered a path leading straight into the depths of chaos.
He walked forward. This was a narrow winding path that brought him to a small cave heaven like a chaotic bubble, no more than a few li in radius.
This place was densely covered with array patterns, layer upon layer, the path completely locked down. All were Great Sage-level formations. The slightest trigger would inevitably unleash the most violent attacks.
Ye Fan held his immortal sword but did not immediately strike. Instead, he gazed forward, feeling surprised. The most sacred and peaceful aura rushed toward him.
There, a mass of immortal light, hazy and indistinct, enveloped a person floating and sinking. It merged with the Great Dao. Scriptures roared, deafening and thought-provoking.
"That is... the Arctic Immortal Light!"
Ye Fan was astonished. Legend said only one strand appeared every hundred thousand years. What he saw now was far more than one strand—at least over ten strands, wrapping around a human figure.
Each strand was like a spiritual dragon, several zhang long, soaring up and down, immortal mist rising, its aura astonishing.
"Tu Fei!"
Ye Fan called out softly. The person wrapped within was indeed Tu Fei. After all these years, he remained the same, sealed in mysterious ice, motionless, nourished by the immortal light.
Another life fluctuation caught Ye Fan's attention. This place was almost like a chaotic bubble, artificially created. A figure was very blurry within the enveloping mist.
This was an old woman. She also had Arctic Immortal Light on her body, seemingly completely refined, with only a little light flowing on the surface of her skin.
Above her head was a green-gold pagoda, flashing with luster, merging with her, floating and sinking.
"It's her! Didn't she undergo Dao Dissolution?!"
This was the old woman from the same era as Old Madman. When he came here back then, he had clearly seen her seemingly undergoing Dao Dissolution. Yet now she was still alive, her blood energy surging like an ocean, hidden within her body.
"Young man, you've come again..." A divine sense transmitted, definitely at the Great Sage peak, its fluctuations like an ocean.
The old woman still had her eyes closed, not moving at all, as if it was inconvenient for her to act. She only transmitted this message.
"Greetings, Senior!" Ye Fan bowed.
"Your progress surprises me. Heaven and earth have finally changed back again." The old woman sighed, as if filled with endless emotions.
The old woman had not died. The green-gold pagoda she had obtained was a damaged ancient ancestral artifact. Both she and the artifact had received immortal light nourishment this time. The former had increased her lifespan, while the latter had also recovered, gradually becoming flawless.
Legend said that only one strand of immortal light could fly out every hundred thousand years. Yet they had great fortune. When excavating this severed mysterious place, they had chiseled out this narrow space and obtained over twenty strands of immortal light.
"What is this place?" After a brief exchange, Ye Fan asked directly.
"This is a path. I have only chiseled out a section," the old woman said.
"A path? What kind of path?" Ye Fan trembled, feeling increasingly that it matched his guess.
"This is the path to immortality from millions of years ago. I am trying to restore it, to reopen it," the old woman replied.
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