Cautiously entering the cave, the chill was piercing, but thanks to the protection of the spirit stone, she didn’t feel too cold. The deeper she went, the colder it got, causing her teeth to chatter. Suddenly, she saw an ice coffin at the deepest part of the cave, emitting a faint cold light… Her heart trembled with a bit of fear. The cave was bone-chillingly cold and carried an eerie atmosphere. When she saw the ice coffin not far away radiating cold light, fear surged in her heart, yet the coffin seemed to have a magical pull, summoning her forward. Step by step, she approached the ice coffin, suppressing the overwhelming fear, more out of curiosity. She had never seen this place before in her frequent visits to Tianshan, suggesting it might have appeared recently. Leaning against the cold, smooth stone wall, she moved forward slowly. The smooth wall seemed naturally formed, carrying a dampness and a chill that froze to the bone. Finally, she stood in front of the ice coffin, feeling as if an eternity had passed. So close to the ice coffin, her initial fear vanished, replaced by awe at its crystalline, almost transparent beauty, like crystal emitting a unique glow, tempting countless onlookers like forbidden fruit. The ice coffin was thick, but through it, she could faintly see someone inside, a person in white, as pure as snow. Her heart trembled with fear, yet her hand involuntarily touched the ice coffin, her ten fingers disappearing into its transparent whiteness. Suddenly, the ice coffin began to make a noise, the sound of the lid moving. Fear and surprise mixed as her hand trembled, unable to suppress the curiosity about who would rest in such a luxurious millennial ice coffin. Her clear eyes fixed unwaveringly on the lid.
As the lid slid off little by little, the face of the coffin’s occupant was revealed. Jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, skin as white as a thousand-year-old snowflake, cold yet tender. What a face? Astonishing, stunning, shocking; her emotions were a whirlwind. Even the term “peerless beauty” seemed insufficient for this exquisite face. Her tightly closed eyes suggested the kind of eyes beneath must be like stars. Her lips, though pale, were even more alluring, like the world’s most tempting fruit, the source of sin. But why did the beauty’s brows carry such heavy melancholy, her furrowed brows speaking volumes of sorrow and regret… and a hidden agony — he was indeed the victim of Murong Youxue’s poisonous needle, Bai Hua. Lying there, his three thousand strands of worry spread out, covering the entire ice coffin, wild and bewitching, with a charm that tugged at one’s heartstrings. Though the beauty was deceased, she still enchanted. One could only imagine how enchanting she must have been in life.
