Chapter 1506: North Pole Fairyland

Chapter 1510: The Immortal Land of the North Pole

A vast, boundless ice plain stretched out, a stark white expanse dotted with glaciers. The cold was bone-chilling; breath instantly froze into ice shards.

Life was scarce here, this bitter, northernmost land. Beyond the pristine white snow and vast, undulating glaciers, nothing else could be seen.

Ye Fan walked on foot. With his current cultivation, he no longer needed the cautious approach of the past; he could proceed directly and confidently.

Along the way, he passed some colossal ruins and ice palaces, not pausing as they held no interest. He went straight to the center of the ice plain—the North Pole. This was a terrifying energy field where space twisted, vibrant mists permeated the air, and dazzling lights intermingled.

This particular "domain" was not small, with a radius of several hundred miles. In the past, Ye Fan could only stop at its edge; forcibly stepping inside would have guaranteed his body being torn apart and his golden form shattered.

Now, on the verge of taking that crucial step to become a Great Sage, this energy field naturally could no longer impede him; he could walk in with ease.

The mist spread out, forming a massive, constantly swirling vortex. Rocks tumbling down from distant snow-capped mountains would instantly turn to dust upon entering it.

Ye Fan remained calm and composed, his long sleeves fluttering. With an immortal sword on his back and his mind and body ethereal, he arrived at the forbidden center of the North Pole, venturing into the most mysterious ancient land on this ice plain.

"Woooo..." Various strange wailing sounds echoed. Within the misty vortex, shattered bones, broken steles, and fragmented weapons — relics of powerful beings from the past — moved with the intense energy field.

While these might pose significant trouble for others, they meant little to Ye Fan, whose physique was inherently strong. The strands of colorful light radiating from the energy field struck his body with resonant clangs but failed to inflict any injury.

Ultimately, he reached his destination without incident.

Here stood a colossal well, wide and unfathomably deep, its vastness awe-inspiring. Many chaotic lights revolved around it; this was the very core of the vortex.

Various colorful ice shards splashed around. Terrifying, mysterious fluctuations, dozens to hundreds of times stronger than those outside, emanated from the deep well, where dazzling lights bloomed and misty vapors ascended.

This was the ancient immortal land where the North Pole Immortal Light originated, a place where only one strand would ascend skyward every hundred thousand years, making it incredibly difficult to capture.

Ye Fan frowned. He hadn't found Tu Fei here, nor the old woman from the same era as the Old Madman. The immortal light within the ancient well was even more potent, with terrifying Lunar True Essence and magnetic light gushing forth like rivers and seas. Any ordinary cultivator who entered would instantly be reduced to dust.

Within the forbidden zone, an ancient stele bore a warning: "Only Saints may enter."

Ye Fan had already entered. Having reached the deep well, there was naturally no reason to retreat. He stepped into the well and began to fall downward.

Beneath the ice cavern, it was a kaleidoscope of colors, with brilliant light rising like mist, and the cold was bone-piercing. Hundreds, even thousands, of corpses floated, most of them frozen and cracked into fragments, swirling with the vortex.

The clothing on these bodies was ancient and varied in era; almost all were people from antiquity, having died countless millennia ago.

Many of them were Saints, a sight that caused Ye Fan to frown deeply.

He plunged three thousand *zhang* underground, sinking deep into the colossal well where various forms of essence surged like mighty rivers. The fluctuations grew even more violent, yet he still hadn't reached the bottom.

It wasn't until he had descended ten thousand *zhang* that he finally landed on an open expanse.

The subterranean world was not dim; it was brightly illuminated by various dancing lights, appearing like a divine realm.

Numerous ruins lay underground, with a colossal stone gate standing at the very center. A crack now gaped open in it, from which Lunar Essence and magnetic light surged forth.

Even Ye Fan felt a certain pressure, observing the fluctuations that could tear apart Saints. He approached step by step, his gaze fixed on the magnificent stone gates.

"Immortal Mansion!" He saw these two characters on a plaque above the gates and was instantly startled. As he surveyed the ancient underground architectural complex, he suddenly found its style remarkably familiar.

After circling the area and discovering nothing, he returned to the gate. With a slow application of force, and a creaking sound, he pushed open the colossal door and stepped inside.

A bone-chilling cold and murderous aura assailed him, capable of freezing and destroying even an ordinary Saint. The realm behind the colossal gate was terrifying. Beams of light intertwined, divine essence surged, and spiritual energy flowed like a vast sea; it was as if he had entered a turbulent immortal world.

Ye Fan struggled to walk, enduring immense pressure. He traversed dozens of miles before finally emerging, letting out a long breath of relief.

Unexpectedly, the area ahead was no longer icy cold. There was no Lunar Essence, no dancing lights—only profound stillness. It was as if he had arrived at a time before the creation of the world.

It was a hazy, gray world. All he could see were fractured mountains, gaping valleys, and dry riverbeds—a dim, utterly desolate landscape devoid of any life fluctuations.

It was evident that this place was once a divine land, but it had suffered a great catastrophe that destroyed all life, leaving only ruins.

"Boom!" As Ye Fan stepped into a valley, blazing array patterns flashed, sending him flying backward. His body cracked, and he nearly exploded, almost perishing in both form and spirit.

What was this place?! He couldn't help but be shocked. Someone as powerful as him, capable of overpowering initial-stage Great Saints, had almost perished here. If word got out, no one would believe it.

This valley appeared ordinary, a mere wasteland, yet it was here that fierce battles had once raged, leaving it utterly devastated.

Yet, it was precisely this seemingly ordinary place that had nearly caused Ye Fan's demise. The mere thought that a small, incomplete array pattern left here could almost kill him sent shivers down his spine.

Ye Fan paused, meticulously searching and examining the area. The array pattern that had nearly fractured him moments before was simply too bizarre.

Upon closer inspection, he grew even more alarmed. It was merely a square meter of a fragmented pattern, almost completely eroded, dim and lacking luster. After inflicting damage on him, it was half-destroyed, barely able to persist in the world.

"A Great Emperor Array Pattern!" Ye Fan muttered to himself, having arrived at this startling conclusion.

This was a fragment of an array pattern, an extraordinary node within a grand formation. It had survived to this day, and even in its severely damaged state, it could still harm a Great Saint!

What kind of place was this, once covered in Great Emperor Array Patterns, only to be reduced to scorched earth, with such powerful divine patterns no longer existing?

As far as the eye could see, there was boundless barren land—scorched earth stretching for thousands of miles, where not a blade of grass grew. Mountains were fractured, and the earth was rent open. Even with Great Emperor Array Patterns protecting it, the land had been ravaged to this extent. How immense must the destructive force have been?

Could it be that an Emperor's Battle had occurred here? That would be too astonishing.

Ye Fan's brows furrowed deeply. With a soft hum, a cauldron flew from his glabella, hovering above his head and cascading starlight-like radiance to protect him, just in case.

He walked forward, exploring this world. Finally, he murmured, "If this place were vibrant with life and lush vegetation, wouldn't it be very similar to the Immortal Mansion world in the Central Province?"

Especially the characters "Immortal Mansion" on the outer gate—their style bore a strong resemblance to that pure land in the Central Province.

What connection did the two places share? Ye Fan's heart pounded as he vaguely felt he was close to guessing the truth; the words "Immortal Mansion" held a profound meaning.

He quickly advanced, eager to confirm his suspicions. However, ahead of him, a surge of chaos appeared. He had reached the end of this small world; the path was broken!

Clearly, some of the fractured mountains and great valleys had been forcibly severed in this place, blocking the path ahead. The original miniature world had been destroyed.

"It's a pity," he mused, "that a Great Emperor-level battle destroyed all the clues here. Nevertheless, I can still go to the Immortal Mansion world in the Central Province to seek further confirmation."

Ye Fan searched meticulously, unwilling to miss any detail. Finally, in a ruined valley, he discovered a path leading directly into the depths of chaos.

He followed the winding, narrow path, which led him into a small grotto-heaven, like a chaotic bubble, no more than a few miles in circumference.

This place was densely covered with array patterns, thick and intricate. The path was completely sealed by Great Sage-level formations. Even a slight trigger would undoubtedly unleash the most furious attacks.

Ye Fan, holding his immortal sword, did not immediately strike. Instead, he gazed forward, a sense of surprise washing over him as a most sacred and peaceful aura enveloped him.

There, a hazy sphere of immortal light enveloped a person who was gently rising and falling. Integrated with the Great Dao, scriptures roared with a deafening sound, profound and thought-provoking.

"That's... the North Pole Immortal Light!" Ye Fan exclaimed in surprise. Legend had it that only a single strand appeared every hundred thousand years, yet what he saw now was far more than that—at least ten strands entwined around a single figure.

Each strand resembled a spiritual dragon, several *zhang* in length, tumbling up and down, with immortal energy steaming off them, their aura astounding the world.

"Tu Fei!" Ye Fan whispered. The figure enveloped by the light was indeed Tu Fei. Years had passed, yet he remained unchanged, sealed motionless within profound ice, nourished by the immortal light.

Another life fluctuation caught Ye Fan's attention. This place, almost a chaotic bubble, had been artificially opened, and a figure, shrouded in mist, was very blurry.

It was an old woman, and she too bore the North Pole Immortal Light. It seemed she had completely refined it, as only a faint radiance shimmered across the surface of her skin.

Above her head, a cyan-gold pagoda shimmered with luster, merging with her form as it slowly floated up and down.

"It's her! Hadn't she undergone Dao Transformation?"

This was the old woman from the same era as the Old Madman. When he had been here previously, he had clearly seen her seemingly undergoing Dao transformation. How was she still alive now, with such vigorous vitality hidden within her, like a vast sea?

"Young man, you've come again..." A divine sense transmission reached him, undoubtedly from a peak Great Sage, its fluctuations like a vast sea.

The old woman remained still, her eyes closed, as if movement was inconvenient. She merely communicated through a spiritual transmission.

"Greetings, Senior!" Ye Fan bowed respectfully.

"Your progress truly astounds me," the old woman sighed, as if bearing an endless weight of emotion. "This world has finally returned to a state of great change."

The old woman was not dead. The cyan-gold pagoda she possessed was a damaged primeval ancestral artifact. Both she and the artifact had received nourishment from the immortal light; her lifespan had increased, and the pagoda had recovered, gradually becoming flawless.

Legend held that only one strand of immortal light would emerge every hundred thousand years, but they had encountered an immense stroke of fortune. While excavating this severed, mysterious land, they had carved out this small space and acquired over twenty strands of immortal light.

"What is this place?" Ye Fan asked directly after a brief exchange.

"This is a path; I have only uncovered a section of it," the old woman replied.

"A path? What kind of path?" Ye Fan was startled, feeling an increasing confirmation of his own suspicions.

"This is the Path to Immortality from several million years ago," the old woman replied. "I am attempting to restore and reopen it."