Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 386: Dwarven City

The first scroll's contents unfolded like a fractured mirror—distorted reflections of truth amid rumors.

Kun Peng City's fall had sent ripples through Frostfell's power structures, destabilizing trade routes and fracturing alliances. Minor clans scrambled to claim its abandoned territories, only to clash with rogue paragons emboldened by the chaos. Liang skimmed these details; territorial squabbles were fleeting, irrelevant to his goals.

The Earth Life Paragon's return, however, gave him pause. Once a middling figure mocked for his "primitive" cultivation arts, the man now styled himself a Divine Paragon and founded the Great Paradise Sect in Frostfell's western wilds. Tales described opulent jade palaces rising from barren ice, disciples wielding flora-based techniques in a land of eternal frost.

But then came the account that made his blood still.

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A foreign female soul cultivator, her origins unrecorded, had materialized at the edge of the Everlasting Frost Forest—a place even Frostfell's natives avoided. Witnesses described her as a wraith in silver robes, her eyes twin voids that drank in the aurora-lit sky. She'd spoken to no one, left no traces… until the seventh dawn.

When the sun rose that day, the forest was gone.

In its place sprawled a desolate icy plain, as though the land itself had been scoured clean. No roots, no splinters, no lingering aura of decay—just emptiness. The event defied explanation. Some claimed the woman had devoured the forest's essence. Others whispered of a forbidden formation that moved the forest to unknown realm.

Liang's grip tightened on the scroll. The description of the female soul cultivator stirred a dormant memory within him.

"I wonder if she succeeded."

After a moment of contemplation, Liang shook his head. He remembered how urgently Venia had wanted to return to her realm. The last thing he recalled was her abducting the woman near the Red Loutes Paragon and vanishing amidst the chaos.

Liang chuckled, his thoughts drifting to something else as he pondered the woman's formidable capabilities.

Years earlier, when he first arrived in this region, he had encountered a band of dwarves attempting to rob him. They didn't escape alive. One, however, was captured and interrogated, forced to reveal the location of their hidden village.

In the past, Liang had absorbed the soul of a Runic Mastery Realm expert, gaining access to his memories—a trove of knowledge that had proven invaluable.

One reason he now sought the dwarves' hidden village stemmed from a secret he'd learned during his travels. A stranger he'd once saved from certain death had confided in him, recounting a journey deep into the dwarven settlement. There, the man had witnessed something beyond comprehension.

Within a secret chamber in the village, he'd seen a flower guarded by multiple seventh-tier formations and protective arrays. When he'd tried to approach, the barriers erupted, nearly killing him. He escaped alive but was forever haunted by the flower's indescribable radiance. Though obscured by the chaos, he'd recognized it: the legendary Nine Revolutions Era Orchid.

This immortal flower was said to grant its bearer the Nine Revolutions Immortal Body, a heavenly-level physique that ranked just below the legendary primordial physiques.

All heavenly physiques fell under the Celestial Physique List, though their rankings shifted constantly. Yet the list was incomplete. A select few physiques, known as primordial physiques, existed beyond its scope. Those blessed with such a physique were believed to possess innate talent rivaling that of primordial beings—defying the very laws of heaven itself.

Liang emerged from the shadows at the outskirts of Galactic Dragon City, the biting cold of Frostfell nipping at his skin. He approached the hidden cave entrance to the dwarven village, its location cleverly concealed by shifting ice formations and an endless snowdrift. But such trivial defenses could not deceive one of his caliber.

Liang emerged from the shadows of Galactic Dragon City's outskirts, the biting frost of Frostfell biting at his skin as he approached the hidden cave where the entrance of the Dwarves hidden village.

The entrance was cleverly masked by shifting ice formations and a perpetual snowdrift, but this of course couldn't fool someone at his level.

He exhaled, channeling the Heavenly Mirror Art. Silver threads of energy wove around him, mimicking the ambient light and textures of the environment like a living illusion. To an observer, the space where he stood would ripple faintly, as though a mirror had been shattered and reassembled into nothingness. But this alone might not suffice against the dwarves' Runic Mastery guardians.

Closing his eyes, Liang summoned the Moon Reflection Light, a serpentine glow emanating from his pores. The ability, inherited from the Moon Serpent Race, amplified the distortive properties of the Heavenly Mirror Art, bending light and sound around him. Now, even the keenest senses of a Runic Mastery dwarf would perceive only empty air where he moved.

The two arts merged seamlessly, creating an illusion so perfect that even a Void Return Realm cultivator's spiritual sense would find it hard to defect.

Liang's solemn expression never wavered as he navigated the dim cave, his boots silent on the stone. At last, he reached a fissure in the wall, hidden beneath a layer of moss. With ease he pressed a sequence of symbols etched into the rock.

A low groan echoed as a hatch slid open beneath his feet, revealing a shadowy corridor below.

Activating his dual concealment techniques, he slipped through the opening and into the tunnel.

The passage twisted and narrowed, but Liang's steps never faltered. Within moments, the tunnel spat him into a cavernous chamber.

A surge of raw, crackling runic energy slammed into him, thick enough to taste on his tongue. Liang's lips quirked into a faint smile.

He'd arrived.

Without hesitation, he stepped out of the chamber.

A sprawling cavern, illuminated by softly glowing crystals, stretched before him. Dwarven architecture, carved from ice and reinforced with shimmering runes, formed a breathtaking underground city. Graceful bridges arched over a rushing subterranean river, and bustling marketplaces buzzed with activity.

Liang, however, paid little attention to the spectacle. His gaze was drawn to a towering structure in the distance, its spire piercing the cavern ceiling – the heart of the dwarven city and, presumably, the location of the Nine Revolutions Era Orchid.

The orchid should be within a secret garden, accessible solely through one of the tower's chambers.

But reaching it wouldn't be easy. The tower pulsed with a network of runic energy, a testament to the dwarves' mastery over formations. Liang could sense layers upon layers of defensive arrays, each more intricate and powerful than the last.

He smiled faintly.

He wasn't the slightest bit concerned about failing to achieve his goal.

The most powerful expert in this Dwarven City was only at the Divine Level, roughly equivalent to half a step into the Void Return Realm.

Sure, he could force his way in, slaughter everyone, and take the orchid along with everything else, but such actions would inevitably draw attention.

He remained acutely aware that Frostfall was not an ordinary place, with the Kun Peng incident from years ago serving as a clear example.

Frostfell operated under its own set of rules, and neither the Dong Clan nor the Transcends Alliance attempted to interfere here. He wanted to avoid complications and keep his possession of the orchid discreet.