Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

Luo Yun stood in front of the egg and stared at it for a long time.

How the Ice Phoenix died, who built this temple, what about the eggs—these questions swirled in his mind before he pushed them aside one by one. There was no use in thinking about things he couldn't understand. He now faced a more pressing problem: how to get out.

He looked down at the egg again.

He crouched down, cradled the egg in his arms, and lifted it with force. The egg was heavier than he had expected, but still within his tolerance. He stored the egg in his storage bracelet—its fifty-cubic-meter space was more than enough to hold it.

He looked up at the dome. The entrance to the ice cave was on the side wall of the dome, about ten meters above the ground, surrounded by a ring of irregular icicles. The slide was sloping; it was easy to slide down from the top, but difficult to climb up from the bottom—the ice walls were so smooth that there were almost no points of contact.

Luo Yun moved his shoulders and knees. Although the fall hadn't broken any bones, he was still feeling some discomfort.

He thought for a moment, then activated his third spirit ring. An ice blade materialized in his palm, as thin as paper, its edges gleaming coldly. He held the ice blade in his hand and tested its sharpness—it was much sharper than he had expected, leaving a deep mark on the ice with a light stroke.

I have a solution.

Luo Yun walked to the bottom of the ice wall, took a deep breath, gripped the ice blade tightly in his right hand, and forcefully plunged it into the ice wall. The ice blade cut into the ice layer, sinking in more than halfway. He tested its weight-bearing capacity, his body hanging in mid-air on the ice blade, completely still.

He began to climb. First, he reached upwards with his left hand, found a suitable spot, inserted the ice blade, and secured it. Then, with his right hand, he pulled out the ice blade, found the next spot, inserted it, and secured it again. He tested the ice blade's stability with each step, making sure it was secure before daring to move further.

After climbing for several hundred meters, he stopped to rest. He chose a slightly protruding spot on the ice wall, activated his second soul ring, and ice thorns grew from the surface of the ice wall, intertwining and forming a temporary foothold the size of a palm.

As he leaned against the ice wall, he suddenly paused for a moment.

Then he cursed himself.

Am I an idiot?

He activated his second spirit ring and pressed his right hand against the ice wall—ice thorns grew from the surface of the ice wall, one after another, intertwined, like stairs on the ice wall.

He ascended the cave step by step, as if climbing stairs. Ice thorns formed beneath his feet and vanished behind him. In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, he reached the cave entrance.

Luo Yun stood on the last icy thorn, grabbed the edge of the cave entrance with both hands, and climbed inside.

He lay on the slide, staring at the ice wall above him, and couldn't help but chuckle. That's how people are sometimes; the simpler things are, the easier they are to overlook.

He pushed himself up, took out a light, and found that the slide was longer than he had expected, the light not reaching the end. He began to climb, each step creating a layer of icy thorns as a foothold. The slope of the slide was much gentler than the ice wall, but the ice surface was still smooth, and the icy thorns gave him a sense of security.

When he climbed out of the slide, he collapsed to the ground, lying on his back, staring at the ice dome above him, and let out a long breath.

Luo Yun propped himself up on the ground and sat up, looking around.

The Spirit Treasure Sable was gone. Luo Yun searched his spatial dimension but couldn't find the little silver-white creature. It had probably already left, satisfied with the piece of ice marrow. However, several ice silkworm corpses were piled up beside the slide entrance; they were the same thousand-year-old ice silkworms he had seen before going down. These ice silkworms were alive when he went down, but now they were all dead, with obvious bite marks and lacerations on their bodies—the Spirit Treasure Sable's doing.

Luo Yun squatted down and looked at the corpses, a slight twitch of his lips. The mink that had eaten his ice marrow had remembered to leave him a few ice silkworm corpses. Although he already had ice silkworm silk, he could still extract some materials from these corpses, which was better than nothing. He put the ice silkworm corpses into his storage bracelet, stood up, and stretched his body.

He had consumed a considerable amount of his soul power, but it was still within an acceptable range. He found a sheltered corner, took out some dry food and water from his storage bracelet, ate a few bites, then closed his eyes to rest and circulate his soul power to recover.

About half an hour later, he opened his eyes, stood up, and walked toward the exit.

Once we emerged from the ice cliff, it was already evening. The last vestiges of orange-red on the horizon were sinking below the horizon, and the wind was much stronger than during the day, stinging our faces.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to walk south.

He knew he couldn't leave today. He found a sheltered hollow near the ice cliff, cleared away the snow, took out a tent from his storage bracelet, set it up, and crawled inside.

He lay in the tent, staring at the canvas ceiling, mentally reviewing the gains of the past few days.

The Spirit Treasure Sable gave him 30% of a piece of millennium-old ice marrow the size of a human head. Although it was only 30%, the amount was still considerable. Ice marrow could improve the quality of ice-attribute martial souls. He had only used a small piece before, and his martial soul had evolved from an ice sparrow into an ice falcon. Now that he had such a large piece, he dared not even imagine the extent of its effect.

There were also gold soul coins, pills, and herbs. There were tens of thousands of gold soul coins, which was a considerable fortune.

Luo Yun rolled over, lying on his side, staring at the corner of the tent.

The gains from this trip far exceeded his expectations. But the dangers were also far greater than he anticipated. The ten-thousand-year-old spirit treasure sable, the underground temple, the corpses of eight ice phoenixes—any one of these things would be beyond what a three-ring Soul Venerable like him could handle. His survival was half due to his strength and half to luck.

We can't go any further in.

Deep within the far north lie too many things he cannot yet comprehend or contend with. Strangely enough, since encountering the spirit-treasure sable, that allure has faded somewhat. However, the secrets of this white desert are beyond his current capabilities. He needs to return, digest his gains, and improve his strength before returning.

Outside the tent, the wind was blowing harder and harder. Luo Yun closed his eyes, pulled his sleeping bag tighter, and tried to stop thinking about those things.

When Luo Yun woke up the next day, he crawled out of the tent, packed up his sleeping bag and tent, and stretched his body at the foot of the ice cliff.

He determined the direction and headed south.

He still remembered the way he came. He considered himself to have a good sense of direction, and the terrain features along the way were very obvious, so he shouldn't get lost.

After walking for about an hour, he realized he was wrong.

Luo Yun frowned.

He took out a compass from his storage bracelet and checked the direction. The compass pointed south, no problem, and he continued heading south. But the terrain of the far north was much more complex than he had expected. Many places looked exactly the same: ice hills, ice valleys, ice crevasses, all white as far as the eye could see, making it impossible to distinguish one place from another.

He stood there for a moment, then took out his flying soul tool and put it on his back. He channeled his soul power into it, and the metal wings unfolded. He took off and rose to a height of about fifty meters, looking around.

Upon seeing this, his heart sank.

All around him was an endless expanse of white ice. The iconic ice hills and glaciers that had marked his arrival had vanished at this altitude, swallowed by the vast snowfield. He could see a few ice peaks in the distance, but their outlines were completely different from what he remembered—he recalled passing only one ice peak on his way here, but now he saw at least three.

Luo Yun slowly landed, retrieved his flying soul tool, and stood on the ice in silence for a long time.

be lost.