Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 925 - 464: A Corner of the Immortal Prison in the Immortal Realm, Ice Prison_2

Indeed, that's precisely the situation. These people hail from Ice Lotus Village.

They used to reside in a modest settlement, yet who could have foreseen the onslaught of a horrifying beast tide? The village of Ice Lotus stood no chance against it; countless villagers fell to the savage exotic beasts, including their leader, the village chief Ye Ling, who met his end.

At present, just seventy or eighty survivors from the village linger on.

Elder Xu Chenyang, a Nascent Soul cultivator, now guides this remnant group.

Out in the wider world, someone at Nascent Soul stage counts as a formidable power.

Yet in this forsaken place, such strength amounts to zilch.

Even a marginally fiercer exotic beast could wipe them out with ease.

Earlier, Ice Lotus Village faced a horde of dozens of Divinity Transformation stage exotic beasts, leading to the near-total massacre of its people.

Not even the mighty village chief could hold his ground.

These days, only the old, the frail, the ill, and the crippled have made it through.

One must remember, Ice Lotus Village once boasted tens of thousands of souls; today, a mere seventy or eighty cling to life.

The devastation runs beyond imagination.

Tragedies like this abound in the frozen wilderness.

"Elder Xu, is Ice Lotus Village truly finished?"

An eighteen-year-old youth, gripped by intense worry, posed the question. He went by Lu Zhicheng.

His mother and father had sacrificed themselves to shield him from the exotic beasts.

These days, only he and his little six-year-old sister, Lu Duoduo, endure.

At just eighteen, he struggled to cope with the sudden upheaval.

The catastrophe struck with such brutal speed that nobody had a moment to respond.

"Sigh, we have no choice in the matter."

"That's simply how the Ice Prison operates."

"It doesn't spare small hamlets; even grand metropolises."

"Should one face a beast tide, it'd probably suffer the identical dire end."

"That seventy or eighty from Ice Lotus Village made it out alive is already a stroke of luck."

Elder Xu Chenyang replied with a tone of utter resignation.

For these folk, the frozen domain they inhabit bears the name Ice Prison.

The term's straightforward: a hell of ice.

Every being trapped here exists as a captive, cut off from any path to freedom.

In his youth, he'd dwelt in a sprawling city teeming with over a million inhabitants.

But what difference did that make? A beast tide's fury could shatter even a million-strong bastion.

All crumbles into ruin and cinders.

He'd believed he'd escaped future beast tides, only to find that even relocating to Ice Lotus Village offered no sanctuary.

"This..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhicheng sank into despair. As a mere Qi Cultivation stage cultivator, just eighteen years of age, he lacked the power to fend off those monstrous exotic beasts.

His own death might be acceptable, but his sister was too young. How could he allow her to perish under the claws of exotic beasts?

Whatever it took, he had to keep her alive; that was his parents' dying plea.

"Elder, we've fled for ages now—where can we finally set down roots?"

"Indeed, continuing this way, our stock of ice crystal fruits won't last much longer."

"Lacking sustenance, we can't endure for long."

The group murmured, their eyes fixed on Elder Xu Chenyang in anxious hope.

Sustenance spells survival or doom for them all.

While Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators can forgo meals, that doesn't eliminate the need for nourishment; rather, they draw on Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to sustain themselves.

However, should Foundation Establishment cultivators end up in a Land of No Spirits—devoid of spiritual energy and provisions—they can't skip eating and will inevitably starve.

Admittedly, the Ice Prison brims with plentiful spiritual energy, far from a Land of No Spirits.

The issue lies in the spiritual energy's odd nature, laced with deadly chill.

Absorbing the Ice Prison's spiritual energy lets that frigid force seep into the body.

The whole form would stiffen into a frozen statue, leading to a icy demise.

Thus, not even those beyond Foundation Establishment risk drawing in the spiritual energy unchecked.

Typically, after taking in a bit, they halt their cultivation to purge the invading cold from within.

As such, food remains essential for their physical upkeep.

Luckily, despite the Ice Prison's vast stretches of barren frost, certain flora manages to thrive.

A special growth thrives here, known as the Ice Crystal Fruit Tree.

Year after year, these trees yield plentiful ice crystal fruits.

Consequently, ice crystal fruits serve as the staple fare for humans enduring in the Ice Prison.

"I'm still on the lookout."

"Yet securing a settlement spot proves far from simple."

"Without plentiful ice crystal fruit trees close by, how could we establish ourselves sans provisions?"

Elder Xu Chenyang answered with helpless finality.

Since escaping Ice Lotus Village, they've covered immense ground.

The holdup in settling stems purely from the absence of a fitting site.

For them, picking a home base is basic: locate an area rich in ice crystal fruit trees.

Staying beside such groves ensures no shortage of meals.

Those spots naturally make prime havens for dwelling.

Regrettably, no such haven has appeared yet.

Hence, endless flight is their sole option.

"Elder, judging by the hour, dawn approaches soon."

"When light breaks, I fear most of us won't make it through."

A middle-aged fellow by the name of Xiong Qinglin voiced his concern. Though a Golden Core cultivator, it availed him naught; his prowess couldn't even parry one strike from those mighty exotic beasts.