The entire ice cave was about two thousand meters in diameter.
Over the past two days, Yuan Zhiyun had been groping around inside, leaving no corner unturned, yet she found absolutely nothing.
The hidden corner she had just found was a subterranean hole she stumbled upon by accident today.
The entrance to this hole was covered by a relatively thin layer of ice and scattered with many broken ice shards. If she hadn't seen a small bird land on this spot and suddenly become motionless, prompting her to curiously investigate with her divine sense inch by inch, she would never have discovered this place.
After grabbing the bird and smashing the ice layer, the bird that had been lying still in her hand suddenly struggled free, flew out of her grasp, and darted right into the hole.
Seeing this, she waited in place for a moment. When no abnormalities appeared from within, she followed suit and entered the small hole.
Upon entering, she found a long, winding, downward-spiraling passageway that was only wide enough for one person.
Following the passage down, she arrived in a rather small, square subterranean vault.
It was pitch black inside.
Sensing no immediate danger and having swept the area with her divine sense, Yuan Zhiyun took out four torches from her storage ring, lit them, and secured them to the surrounding walls.
Only then could she clearly see the scene inside the vault.
The vault was surrounded by thick, hard ice. It was completely empty, save for two skeletons scattered in a corner and a completely opaque ice coffin sitting right in the center.
The bird from earlier was nowhere to be seen.
She glanced at the two skeletons. Seeing nothing around them, not even a single storage bag, she shifted her gaze to the ice coffin in the middle.
Although it was an ice coffin, its surface was very blurry and barely transparent; it was impossible to see what was inside from the outside.
Yuan Zhiyun tried to use her divine sense to look inside, only to find that her divine sense couldn't penetrate it at all.
Relying on the numerous protective items on her person, she stepped forward, wrapped her hands in spiritual energy, and tried to push the ice coffin open. Who would have thought that even after she, an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, exerted the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, the ice coffin still wouldn't budge an inch.
Seeing this, she couldn't help but speculate. After her thorough investigation, this was the strangest spot in the entire ice cave. She hadn't found anything unusual anywhere else.
Could this be the exit to the ice cave?
Thinking of this possibility, she couldn't help but feel a bit excited.
She pushed against the coffin lid with even greater force.
However, as if it were jammed from the inside, no matter how hard she pushed, even using every last ounce of her strength, the lid showed no sign of moving.
Growing anxious, Yuan Zhiyun drew her sword and slashed at it.
Yet, not a single sword mark was left on the ice coffin.
Refusing to give up, she unleashed a barrage of her most powerful spells, but the ice coffin remained completely unscathed.
Looking at the pristine ice coffin, an exhausted Yuan Zhiyun felt as if it were mocking her for overestimating her own capabilities.
For some reason, she suddenly recalled the words her father spoke to her most often.
"Zhiyun, an excellent family head cannot always think about accomplishing everything alone. True, as a leader, you must have the adaptability to handle all kinds of situations, but at the same time, you cannot ignore the power of the group. This is what a family is, the core of surviving in this world.
Although you are an outstanding cultivator, as a family head, you are far inferior to Yuan Shangpu. Even though his intentions may not always be righteous, it is undeniable that he is better at utilizing the power of the group than you are. Therefore, if you truly want me to hand the Yuan family over to you in the future, you must show me that you have the ability to lead a group, so that I can truly acknowledge you."
Looking at the ice coffin that she couldn't open no matter what she did, Yuan Zhiyun murmured softly:
"Could it be that Father didn't actually want me to compete with Yuan Shangpu, but rather hoped I would temper my leadership skills..."
She thought this way because she, who had always liked to take on everything and act alone, had just now actually generated the thought that getting help from others might be the only way to have a chance.
In the past, she always considered it shameful to need help. She felt that being able to solve everything alone was what made someone formidable. No matter how miserable she looked, as long as she could handle it independently, she was far better than those clan brothers at home who only wanted to be parasites and engage in petty schemes.
But a while ago, her father told her that her way of doing things was still far from the standard of a family head, and even inferior to Yuan Shangpu.
At the time, she was very unconvinced, feeling that there was no way she could be worse than that clan brother who only knew how to collude with the side-branch juniors of various families and play dirty tricks behind the scenes.
So, she impulsively ran to make a bet with him regarding the Icefield Spirit in this Icefield Secret Realm.
Thinking about it now, perhaps she really did have her shortcomings.
Or, maybe she should give it a try.
She should learn more about organizing the power of the masses and experience it for herself.
Putting away her somewhat chaotic thoughts, she considered for a moment and then went back up the hole's passageway.
She planned to find some people to cooperate and push the ice coffin together.
Not long after she left, in the completely empty subterranean vault lit by torches, the ice coffin in the center—which had remained completely immobile no matter how hard Yuan Zhiyun tried—suddenly opened silently.
The solid ice coffin opened slightly at one corner.
A translucent head peeked out from inside.
Seeing that there really was no one outside, the translucent figure wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead.
"Good lord, this girl is finally gone. She looks young but has quite the strength. If she kept pushing, I wouldn't have had the energy left to hold it shut."
Indeed, the person inside the ice coffin was another part of Liao Pantu's soul body, which only possessed the strength of roughly the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.
Because his soul had been split into several parts, in order to prevent his various soul segments from developing too many real-time ideological deviations, he generally would not let multiple soul bodies be awake at the same time.
Instead, he tried his best to keep only one soul body awake, while the remaining soul bodies mostly stayed in a semi-dormant state of cultivation.
Originally, each of his soul bodies was located within a secret realm, and the opening times of these secret realms were all different. Therefore, he didn't have these concerns before; basically, whichever secret realm opened, he would just switch to waking up the corresponding soul body.
But the situation was different now; he had a need for one soul body to remain awake long-term.
So for the past two days, his soul body located in this Icefield Secret Realm had actually mostly been in a semi-dormant state.
It wasn't until his Soul-Chasing Sparrow entered this vault and found him just now that this part of his soul body awakened.
Who would have thought that the Soul-Chasing Sparrow was followed by a little tail with such great strength.
Liao Pantu took out the Soul-Chasing Sparrow, examined it for a moment, thought about it, and then shut himself back inside the ice coffin.

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”