Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

Luo Yun squeezed through the gap, into a narrow ice passage, barely wide enough for one person to bend over and pass through. The Spirit Treasure Sable ran ahead at breakneck speed, its silvery-white figure appearing and disappearing in the halo of the spotlight. The ice passage was winding and twisting, like a naturally formed fissure; the further in one went, the lower the temperature became.

After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, an ice wall appeared ahead, blocking the way.

The Spirit Treasure Sable stopped, patted the ice wall with its paw, glanced back at Luo Yun, and then stepped aside.

Luo Yun stepped forward, first using his Martial Soul to test the waters, then slammed his right fist into the ice wall with all his might. Several cracks appeared in the ice, and shards of ice fell down. The second punch widened the cracks. The third punch caused the ice wall to collapse with a roar, revealing the passage behind it.

The sable let out a cry and was the first to dart over.

The same situation occurred twice more. Each ice wall was thinner than the last, and Luo Yun used his Martial Soul to bombard it with all his might, breaking through it in just two or three tries. Each time, the Spirit Treasure Sable waited by his side, only continuing to run forward after he had broken through.

The last ice wall was broken through, and Luo Yun bent down and crawled through. The scene in front of him made him pause for a moment.

This is a vast underground space with a dome about ten meters high. The walls are covered with pale blue ice crystals that refract light under the illumination of the lights. In the center of the space is an open ice surface covered with snow lotuses.

Not just one or two, but dozens.

Each snow lotus was the size of a washbasin, its petals as white as snow, and its stamens shimmering with a pale golden light. The youngest of them looked to be over a thousand years old, and some were entirely radiant with a pale golden sheen, their petals slightly curled at the edges—a sign that they were over five thousand years old.

Luo Yun stood at the entrance of the cave, not going in immediately.

The ferret stopped at his feet, gently tugged at his trouser leg with its mouth, then took a step back, squatted down, and tilted its head to look at him. The meaning was clear—you go in, I won't.

Luo Yun glanced at it, asked no further questions, and stepped into the Snow Lotus Space.

He sensed something was wrong the moment his foot touched the ice.

An invisible force pressed in from all directions, not as a physical pressure, but as a direct oppression on the mental level. It was as if countless voices were whispering at the same time, or as if something was trying to crawl into his mind and disrupt his thoughts.

Mental interference.

Luo Yun frowned, stopped, and carefully sensed the energy. The intensity of this mental force wasn't low, but it was within a tolerable range for a Soul Master. While a three-ring Soul Master's mental force wasn't considered strong, it was tempered by Soul Power, making it far more resilient than an ordinary person. Although the Spirit Treasure Sable was a ten-thousand-year-old Soul Beast, it wasn't a powerful Soul Beast, nor was it a Soul Beast with a mental attribute. On the contrary, the Spirit Treasure Sable mostly survived by using various means like this. This level of mental interference would probably be difficult for it to withstand.

No wonder it didn't come in.

Humans are uniquely endowed. Soul beasts need to cultivate for 100,000 years to transform into human form and possess intelligence and spiritual power approaching that of humans, while humans, from the moment they awaken their martial soul, naturally possess spiritual talents that soul beasts take 100,000 years to achieve.

Luo Yun withdrew his thoughts, circulated his soul power, which had a slight effect in isolating him from interference, and began searching the space.

The snow lotuses grew very densely, almost covering the entire ice surface. He walked deeper into the space. After walking about twenty steps, he discovered the entrance to an ice cave.

The opening was small, about one meter in diameter, with smooth edges, as if worn down by something entering and exiting over a long period of time. Extending inward from the opening, one could vaguely see something moving inside.

Luo Yun squatted down and shone the light into the cave.

He saw it.

Ice silkworm.

Moreover, there was a group of them, dozens of them of varying sizes, all milky white and translucent, slowly wriggling on the ice wall. The largest one was coiled at the deepest part of the cave, its body as thick as an adult's thigh and estimated to be over a meter long. It had a ring of pale gold markings around its head, the mark of a ten-thousand-year-old ice silkworm.

Luo Yun's pupils contracted slightly, then relaxed.

Ice Silkworms, ice-attribute soul beasts, are arguably the weakest soul beasts. Their attack methods are limited—they can release mental interference after ten thousand years, but it's only slightly better than nothing.

The ice silkworms inside the cave seemed to sense the intruder and began to stir. Several smaller ice silkworms slid down the cave wall and wriggled towards him. The leader of the ten-thousand-year-old ice silkworms raised its head, and the rings of pale golden patterns lit up, causing the intensity of the mental interference to suddenly increase.

Luo Yun's head slumped slightly, but he quickly adjusted. He took a deep breath, activated his Martial Soul, and three Soul Rings lit up as he stepped directly into the ice cave.

The Ice Silkworm's attack was weaker than he had expected.

Luo Yun didn't waste any time on the little ice silkworm and went straight for the leader of the ten-thousand-year-old ice silkworm.

Ice blades flew out in succession, striking the leader's head with precision. The ice silkworm's defenses were weak; after a few ice blades, several gashes appeared on the leader's head, and milky white fluid seeped out. It let out a low hiss and tried to escape, but Luo Yun's icy mist enveloped it immediately.

He rushed to the leader, his right fist brimming with soul power, and slammed it into the head several times in succession.

The leader's body convulsed violently a few times, then went limp.

Upon seeing their leader killed, the surrounding ice silkworms scattered and fled, some burrowing deeper into the cave, others escaping from the entrance. Luo Yun did not pursue them; they posed no threat.

A black spirit ring slowly rose from the leader's corpse. It was a ten-thousand-year spirit ring; he couldn't absorb it.

He crouched down and began to dispose of the body.

The most valuable part of the ice silkworm is its silk.

The ice silkworm silk was inside the leader's body. Luo Yun used a short knife to cut open the leader's body and found a silk sac in the abdomen. It was a fist-sized, milky-white, semi-transparent sac filled with ice silkworm silk. The silk threads were as thin as hair, yet incredibly strong; they wouldn't budge even when pulled forcefully. He removed the entire sac and stored it in his storage bracelet. This stuff could be used to make at least several defensive soul tools.

He wandered around the cave again, found several thousand-year-old ice silkworms, killed them one by one, and extracted their silk sacs. The silk sacs of thousand-year-old ice silkworms were much smaller than those of ten-thousand-year-old ones, and the silk threads were also finer, but they were still top-quality materials.

The silk sac of the ten-thousand-year-old ice silkworm leader was of the best quality, with the ice silk inside shimmering with a faint golden luster. The thousand-year-old ones were somewhat inferior, with whiter silk threads and less resilience.

He was squatting on the ground tidying up his things when a series of urgent cries came from the cave entrance.

The Spirit Weasel jumped in.

The mental interference disappeared—after the leader died, the ice silkworms either fled or died, and the interfering mental field naturally dissipated. The Spirit Treasure Sable excitedly ran around the cave, finally stopping beside the corpse of a thousand-year-old ice silkworm, and began to devour it with gusto.

It ate with great focus, its silvery-white fur covered in milky-white fluid, and it made satisfied gurgling sounds.

Luo Yun looked at it without disturbing it.

He cleaned the silk sacs in the ice silkworm cave, then stood up and stretched. There were seven silk sacs of varying sizes.

The ferret, having eaten its fill, emerged from its burrow and crouched on an icy rock, licking its paws. It seemed to be in a good mood, its tail held high and its deep blue eyes narrowed into slits.

Luo Yun suddenly remembered something, took out a piece of soul beast meat from his storage bracelet, placed the meat on the ice, and pushed it in front of the Spirit Treasure Sable.

The sable lowered its head to sniff, then looked up at him, and then lowered its head to nibble.

Luo Yun squatted down beside it, watching it eat, and reached out to pat its back.

The sable paused for a moment, then continued eating without dodging.