Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

Chen Yunhao tapped the cliff six or seven times, each tapping at a different location.

As a formation master, Chen Yunhao generally tries not to use brute force to destroy things.

Especially this kind of mixed formation, once it is destroyed by brute force, the teleportation formation will disappear.

So what Chen Yunhao used was the acupoint pressing method in the formation. This method can sense the overall picture of the formation and where its weaknesses are.

This is a fourth-level formation, and it is a relatively ancient formation. Chen Yunhao tried it several times and found a weak point in the formation.

Chen Yunhao put two fingers together and lightly pointed at the lower right side of the cliff, and a sword light flashed.

There was only a crisp sound, and a large ball of spiritual light burst out from the cliff, causing a wave of space ripples, and then it returned to calm.

Chen Yunhao smiled, raised his foot and stepped towards the cliff, then his body flashed and disappeared into the cliff.

Chen Yunhao only felt a flash before his eyes, and the scene in front of him changed.

When he looked again, what he saw was no longer a world of ice and snow, but a small valley.

The valley is about a thousand feet long from front to back, with towering ice peaks on both sides. There is an invisible ban above the valley, and the ice and snow from the outside world cannot invade the valley at all.

Chen Yunhao first looked up at the restriction in the sky. This was not only a protective restriction, but also a medium-sized illusion array.

If you look down from above the valley, you will definitely not be able to see the valley. What you may see is the illusion of continuous ice and snow.

Looking in front of me, the small valley is green and has been artificially cultivated into several spiritual fields.

There were three wooden houses against the cliff on the right side of where he settled. Although they were crudely made, it was obvious that the builders had put a lot of thought into them.

The little white fox just now was hiding behind the door of a wooden house, secretly looking at Chen Yunhao through the gap.

Chen Yunhao swept his spiritual sense over the place and found that it had obviously been unused for a long time. A withered skeleton was sitting cross-legged in one of the wooden houses. It was obvious that the owner of this place had passed away many years ago.

Among the other two wooden houses, one is an alchemy room because there is an alchemy furnace inside.

The other room is a storage room, where you can still see some miscellaneous items piled up.

Chen Yunhao walked towards the wooden house. The little white fox jumped out from behind the door, baring its teeth at Chen Yunhao with a threatening look.

The little white fox is a first-level demon beast, not much stronger than an ordinary wild beast.

It knew that it was no match for Chen Yunhao, but it still bravely ran out and prevented Chen Yunhao from approaching the wooden house.

"Little guy, I won't hurt you, just take a rest for a while...!"

Chen Yunhao stretched out his hand and the little white fox fell straight to the ground, as if it had fallen asleep.

Chen Yunhao first went to the utility room to take a look. There were some minerals that were unique to the Far North, as well as some ice crystals.

He picked out some that he didn't have and left the rest where they were.

He went to the alchemy room to take a look. There were some elixirs on the ground that had decayed into powder. The moment he pushed the door open, they were blown away by the wind and scattered everywhere.

Chen Yunhao looked at the alchemy furnace. The quality was average, not as good as the one he had in his hand now.

So he didn't move the alchemy furnace and just left it where it was.

However, judging from these two places, the owners here were not wealthy. For some unknown reason, they hid in this remote place and eventually died alone in old age.

Chen Yunhao finally walked into the room where the monk had passed away.

The wooden house was extremely simple, without even a table, chairs or benches. There was only a futon and a white bear demon skin hanging on the wall.

Of course, the time has passed extremely long, and only the dry bones of the monk who passed away are left.

Only the robes on his body were still well preserved, but they were not high-end products.

Chen Yunhao saw a storage ring on the finger of the monk who had passed away. The style was very simple. Apart from that, he did not find any other storage treasures.

All cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation know that a storage bag is the lowest level of storage treasure, the next level up is a storage ring, and the next level up is a storage bracelet.

Of course, if you want a larger space, you can also use a storage belt, but most high-level monks just use storage bracelets at most, or at most wear one on each side.

Seeing the storage ring, Chen Yunhao felt a little disappointed. He thought that the cultivator who passed away in front of him probably didn’t have a very high level of cultivation, at most the Nascent Soul stage.

But how did a Nascent Soul cultivator cross the vast Xuanbing Province and reach the Far North? Even Chen Yunhao had to go through a lot of hardships. For a Nascent Soul cultivator, this journey is almost a life-or-death struggle.

If I can’t figure it out, I’ll just stop thinking about it. Maybe it’s to avoid my enemies!

Chen Yunhao bowed to the monk who had passed away from a distance. No matter how good the other party's cultivation was, he was still a senior, so this bow should be performed!

Chen Yunhao made a casual move and the storage ring fell off. Before it fell into his hands, a jade slip fell out from the arms of the monk who had passed away.

As he had guessed, there was nothing good in the storage ring. There were only some elixirs and magic medicines that had become waste over time.

There are a few spiritual materials that are relatively rare, but unfortunately their levels are not high.

There is a flying sword that is quite unique. It looks like a sword made of ice, crystal clear and very eye-catching.

However, this item is only a top-grade magic weapon and cannot even be considered a spiritual weapon.

Chen Yunhao took a look at it and put it aside.

There are very few spirit stones and spirit crystals in the storage ring. Presumably, there is no source of replenishment in this bitter and cold place, so the more they are used, the less there are.

There are also three jade slips inside, one of which contains the recipes for several elixirs.

Chen Yunhao took a look and found that only one of the recipes was what he had collected. He had never seen the other recipes. Although they were not high-level elixirs, Chen Yunhao was still very satisfied.

As an alchemist, he likes to collect various elixir recipes, no matter how valuable they are, and he never gets tired of it.

Another jade slip recorded a set of skills called Bing Xin Jue, which was a set of skills with ice attributes.

It is obvious that the cultivator who passed away in meditation should be a cultivator with ice spiritual roots, or he may have come to this bitter and cold place specifically to practice martial arts.

Chen Yunhao has his own martial arts, which is one of the best in the world. Naturally, he looks down on other martial arts.

The last jade slip records several ice-attributed magical spells, which are of some use to Chen Yunhao.

Chen Yunhao's Chaos Elemental Body can also perform ice-attributed spells and magical powers, but unfortunately there are very few such spells and magical powers on the market.

After all, ice spiritual roots are mutated spiritual roots and are very rare among cultivators.

As far as Chen Yunhao knew, in the vast spiritual world, there was only a small sect at the junction of Xuanbingzhou and Tianmizhou, which practiced ice-attributed skills.

Chen Yunhao solemnly put away this magical power and planned to study it slowly when he had time.

Finally, Chen Yunhao checked the jade slip that fell from the arms of the monk who had passed away. There was nothing special about it, and there was no backdoor.