Worth a Try

"The Demon Suppression Prison is a place of exile maintained by our Frostwind Island. To safeguard the peace of the world, we banish evil cultivators and seal away demonic creatures and monstrous beings within this realm. None may enter without the token of the Frostwind Island's master."

"If any demon crosses this stele, later generations of cultivators must fight to the death to reseal it. This is the sacred duty of our Frostwind Island, not to be disobeyed!"

"Cavern of Ten Thousand Demons, halt at the sight of this stele!"

After reading the inscribed text on the stele, a trace of anger flashed in Yi Feng's eyes.

Damn it...

This place really wasn't a treasure vault, but a death zone for exiling all sorts of monsters. He had truly been tricked!

That old woman was no good, actually deceiving him into coming to this hellish place!

Anger aside, as he looked at the stern, extraordinary calligraphy, each stroke brimming with sword intent, it felt as if endless killing intent was hidden within the darkness before him...

Suddenly, Yi Feng's eyes lit up.

"Huh?"

"That old woman wanted to kill me, that's why she tricked me into coming here. Isn't that perfect?"

"Even though I don't know why she wants me dead, if I can die here, wouldn't that complete my suicide mission? It would be a case of stumbling upon the right path, actually a great help. Thinking about it this way, it really could be considered a gift..."

A flash of inspiration struck his mind, and Yi Feng's eyes instantly gleamed with shrewdness.

He glanced a few more times at the terrifying descriptions on the stele, growing happier the more he read.

Looking again into the endless darkness ahead, Yi Feng suddenly felt much more at ease. A hint of anticipation appeared in his eyes, and the place even started to seem more agreeable.

The minor monsters he'd chopped down earlier were nothing, but there should be powerful creatures in a place like this.

Judging by the frightening accounts on the stele, this was a secret realm for sealing monsters of various races. If the remaining monsters weren't powerful to an extreme degree, perhaps even unkillable, there would be no need to establish such a place.

He hardly needed to think twice; there definitely had to be some tough customers inside.

Perhaps, they might even be capable of threatening his life!

This place was absolutely worth a try. Maybe he could finally succeed in getting himself killed.

Being tricked into a trap might actually give him a chance to fulfill his wish?

This really was a fortunate accident, not just a little bit of luck. Perhaps heaven had opened its eyes, wanting to help him complete his task.

Thinking of this...

Yi Feng felt his spirits greatly lifted. Gripping his greatsword, he strode forward.

Passing the stele, the mist before him grew thicker, almost comparable to the smog of his past life. The sinister aura also became increasingly palpable, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped!

"Whoosh..."

A chill permeated the endless fog, and a cold, whispering wind slowly rose.

He hadn't advanced for long.

Yi Feng was almost completely submerged in a chaotic black mist, walking alone through endless darkness, as if unknown dangers could emerge at any moment.

He only felt the space before him growing darker and colder.

After advancing about a hundred paces.

Suddenly!

The black mist ahead churned and gathered, emitting a bone-piercing cold. The fog actually began to outline a terrifying skeletal visage, which let out a sinister, raspy laugh!

"Kekeke..."

"This venerable one is truly in luck today, to encounter a human cultivator, and such a pretty-faced one at that! My long wait has not been in vain!"

"Such fresh, delectable life force, I shall gratefully accept it!"

The terrifying laughter echoed all around. Sinister energy churned within the endless darkness, enough to make anyone feel despair and their hair stand on end!

Yi Feng, however, remained completely calm, showing no panic at his impending doom.

He simply reached out a hand and grabbed towards the black mist.

"Whoosh!"

With a single sound, a scrawny, withered monster was pulled out. It looked like a goblin, but a severely undernourished version.

Its laughter froze, its face a picture of utter confusion!

Hanging stiffly in the air like a chick for a few moments, it seemed still immersed in its previous domineering mirth, unable to immediately process the situation. Only when it saw the human cultivator's eyes and felt the iron-vise-like grip of five fingers around its neck...

Did the monster jolt awake and begin to struggle frantically!

But no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't break free from the fingers behind its neck. It was as if its very soul had been seized, unable to muster any strength whatsoever.

Instantly!

The withered monster broke out in a cold sweat, its eyes bulging wide!

"This!"

"This is impossible!"

"You! What manner of person are you?! How could this venerable one be captured single-handedly by a mere human cultivator..."

The monster's voice grew fainter, filled with panic and shock.

When it met Yi Feng's indifferent gaze, as calm and unfathomable as a deity's, it felt its entire being suppressed by a terrifying aura, not daring to act recklessly any further...