Soon enough, under the guidance of these people, Yang Teng found the tomb of the Ice and Fire Saint.
What appeared before them was an extraordinarily bizarre scene, featuring a vortex with a diameter of a hundred feet. The powers of ice and fire were combined, forming a strange coexistence without any conflict.
"The powers of ice and fire are perfectly under control, coexisting without any repulsion. Is this the origin of the Ice and Fire Realm? Did the Ice and Fire Saint choose to die here?"
With a frown, Yang Teng coldly ordered, "You go down."
"Me?"
His leg had gone soft with fear. If he dared to go down, he would have gone already.
But Yang Teng didn't bother arguing. He simply grabbed him and threw him into the vortex. Immediately, he sank down.
"Very good. Let's go in."
Yang Teng ordered the man to go first. He said dispassionately, "There are great dangers within. Stick close to me. If you die, I won't have any way to explain it to His Majesty."
