Monster Hunter, start with a wife!

Cheng Zhuo stopped looking and, with a slight thought, a ball of fur suddenly rolled out from beside him.

The chubby kitten landed on the ice with a thud, its paws scraping against the ice as it slid half a meter before shaking its head to straighten itself. Its round eyes immediately fixed on the dark figures wrestling in the gray fog.

"Meow?"

The jar was still a little groggy from just waking up, but its tail was already held high. It sniffed the dark green miasma in the air with its nose, showing no fear whatsoever, but rather a hint of greed.

Cheng Zhuo kicked its round rear end. "Go, swallow it if you think it's okay."

With a howl, Guanguan darted out.

Cheng Zhuo then turned his head to look at Adrian standing beside him.

"Summon the lava behemoth." Cheng Zhuo raised his chin and tapped the ice beneath his feet. "Clear it quickly."

"Yes."

Adrian nodded slightly, his withered right hand reaching forward.

The air suddenly distorted, and a series of sizzling melting sounds rang out.

The lava behemoth slowly crawled out of the illusory magma on the ground. It lowered its head and let out a deep roar, slamming its front paws heavily onto the ice.

click-

The ice surface cracked open with a spiderweb-like pattern, and scalding lava seeped down through the cracks. The ice melted at a visible speed, revealing a gap more than two meters in diameter.

However, the rules of this shadowy area are really strange. As soon as the heat of the lava dissipates, the surrounding cold air rushes back, and thin ice crystals suddenly condense on the edge of the melting ice water, and it looks like the gap is about to be sealed again.

Seeing this, Cheng Zhuo quickly shouted in a low voice:

"Following the shadow."

The next instant, a slender black shadow emerged from his shadow, its form blurred, and it slipped through the not-yet-fully-closed opening, its movement so fast that only a blur remained.

In less than two breaths, Suiying's voice came up along with the shadow, very soft, as if whispered in the ear:

"Master, the area below is empty; there is no water."

Cheng Zhuo's eyes flickered slightly.

The next second, his figure vanished from his original spot and shifted to another location.

When Cheng Zhuo landed, he was standing on a hard black stone ground.

A semi-transparent layer of ice hung overhead, and the light from the gray mist shone through, casting a hazy, cold hue over the entire space.

He glanced around, his breath catching in his throat.

All I could see were boundary stones.

They came in all shapes and sizes, and in all colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—almost filling the entire underground space.

Some were as big as fists, others as wide as palms, all with a faint halo of law flowing across their surfaces, densely covering the ground, layer upon layer, extending into the depths, seemingly without end.

Cheng Zhuo had Elder Yuehe search for so long, but they only found about ten types.

A quick glance here reveals at least eight hundred, if not a thousand!

It's out!

"Could it be that most of the origins of this world's Ruins have sunk here?" Cheng Zhuo sighed softly, reaching out to pick up a piece of earthen-yellow boundary stone at his feet.

[Boundary Stone: Death Canyon]

[Can be refined...]

That's right, they are all craftable boundary stones.

Cheng Zhuo didn't hesitate; a thought crossed his mind.

An invisible force emanated from his body, and the boundary stones on the ground rose into the air one after another, rushing into the system space at high speed.

It took Cheng Zhuo quite a while to move all the boundary stones.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk back.

This trip has yielded far more than expected; these boundary stones should be able to increase the territory of the Blue Profound Realm by dozens of times.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped.

From the darkness in the distance, a few crisp sounds could be faintly heard.

The sounds, like the clash of weapons mixed with shouts and curses, drifted intermittently down the stone wall, indistinct and unclear.

Cheng Zhuo frowned.

"Audio hallucinations?"

He listened for a few seconds, then the sound disappeared, leaving only the faint hum of the boundary stone.

This place is a projection of the world's rules, a mixture of ancient memories and the obsessions of the dead, so it's perfectly normal to experience some hallucinations.

"Living people."

Shenlong's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with mockery, "You little rascals, you've got some nerve, managing to get this deep inside."

Cheng Zhuo raised an eyebrow: "A living person?"

"That's right," the dragon said slowly. "There are six in total: four at the sixth rank, one at the early seventh rank, and a little girl at the fifth rank. Surrounded by a bunch of ugly things, they probably won't last long."

Based on the idea that everyone is human, Cheng Zhuo probed forward, and if possible, he wouldn't mind helping to save people.

After walking about ten steps, the sounds of fighting ahead became clearer, and the scene changed from a valley to a strange tomb.

The rules governing the source force here are also somewhat strange.

As soon as he arrived, he sensed that the source of his summoning power was being severely suppressed.

"Hold on! Third Uncle, you take Little Sister and go first!"

"Go what?! This place is full of ghosts, where do we go?!"

"Damn it, how come we can't kill all these lice beasts!"

The sounds of cursing, panting, and the whistling of weapons clashing were mixed together, along with the suppressed sobs of a girl.

Cheng Zhuo turned around a stone wall, and suddenly the view opened up before him.

In a spacious stone hall, six figures stood back to back, their bodies enveloped in a faint protective aura, resisting the surging tide of black monsters around them.

The monsters looked like rats, but they had no fur. Their bodies were covered in a sticky black mist, and their eyes were eerie green. When they pounced, they were enveloped in a stench of decay.

Cheng Zhuo glanced at it and called it the Cold Lice Beast.

Both sixth and seventh order are available.

In the center of the stone hall, a semi-transparent figure floated, wearing tattered armor, with a bloody and mangled face, holding a rusty longsword in its hand, exuding a gloomy aura. It was a 7th-tier, 3rd-stage vengeful spirit BOSS.

It stood behind the Frost Lice Beast, occasionally waving its knife, and a black wind blade would slash towards the crowd.

Among the six people surrounded, the leader was a middle-aged man with a square face, blood at the corner of his mouth, and a broadsword in his hand. His aura of the early seventh rank was flickering, and he obviously wouldn't last much longer.

Three young men, all dressed in blue combat uniforms, stood beside him.

They were all wounded, and the swords in their hands were chipped and dulled.

At the very edge, there was a young girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had her hair tied in a ponytail and was holding a short sword. She was trembling all over, but she still gritted her teeth and thrust forward.

Just then, a jackal stalker circled around to the side and opened its mouth to bite the little girl's neck.

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to defend himself but was entangled by the two frost-like beasts and couldn't break free at all.

"Be careful!"

He roared, but it was too late.

The little girl turned pale with fright and forgot to dodge.

Just then, a dark figure suddenly rushed out from the side.

As the black mist surged, the giant axe swept across with a whooshing sound, and the Frost Lice Beast was cleaved into a pulp before it could even let out a scream, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating.

The gargoyle Black Rock stepped out of the black mist with a muffled groan:

"Is that all you've got?"

Everyone in the stone hall was stunned.

None of them expected that such a monster would suddenly appear in this place, but judging from the situation, it seemed to have come to help them.

The middle-aged man reacted the fastest, gripping his broadsword tightly and saying in a deep voice:

"Who are you?"