Gangrim Iceberg

They stopped at the bottom of a steep valley but were protected from the sudden attack of the bandits. The peak of the Gangrim Iceberg was in sight. It took another 2 days of travel according to Zhi Qiang's prediction. Along the way then not much happened. They crossed undulating meadows, valleys whether steep, steep or flat, they only needed to follow the flow of the river so that the final direction of the journey would not be wrong. Not according to Zhi Qiang's guess that he might meet the rogues. The closer to the Iceberg the temperature gets colder. Inevitably Xuan Yuan and Zhi Qiang thickened their clothes so as not to freeze to death.

The sky is red, the sun will soon be hiding behind the curtain of the earth, immersing itself for a moment, a full day he has given warmth to the cold, silent valleys.

"Tomorrow morning, we will enter the mountain. It's too dangerous for us to force our way in now," said Zhi Qiang, who couldn't take his eyes off the legendary Ice Mountain full of mystery,

"As you would expect" Xuan Yuan replied, stretching out the mat to rest while Zhi Qiang started to light the fire.

Xuan Yuan knew that Zhi Qiang had not rested all the way through, so he decided to be the night guard first. At least the night wasn't too late it would be much easier for him to keep watch. But Xuan Yuan's estimate was the opposite. Being close to a mountain full of mystery for centuries and no one has been able to go home or at least get out of the mountain and be declared alive is not a pleasant thing.

'Scared' huh… it was certain for a Xuan Yuan who was receiving an assignment from Chi You for the first time. The piercing gaze that made Xuan Yuan's heart skip a beat when Chi You looked at him the last time in Banquan Palace flashed in his mind. Make this journey feel heavy and meaningful. Not because Chi You had given him the task, but because the task he was given was impossible.

Even Zhi Qiang said it was a tough task. Not to mention Chi You's words ringing in his ears. When he asked what the shape of the sword was. And only briefly answered by Chi You, 'You will find out by yourself'.

A riddle, the shape of which no one knows. Located at the base of a mysterious mountain. No one has gotten out of there alive yet. Are those people still alive or dead? No one knows.

Xuan Yuan's estimate was correct, Zhi Qiang was too tired, who had not slept for several days, was now asleep. The night was long. Silence, silence without the moon and stars in the sky. Even the nocturnal beasts made no sound. At least one thing that made Xuan Yuan happy. Under these circumstances, if there was even the slightest suspicious sound he would know.

The silence and serenity of the night made Xuan Yuan complacent. His eyes felt heavy, it was the umpteenth time, each time he closed them. Suddenly he tried to open his eyes wide to wake up. Xuan Yuan's efforts were in vain. It was not the night that put him to sleep, the invisible force that put him to sleep.

In front of Xuan Yuan suddenly there was a winding path. Uncertain direction, dim. At first glance the road seems certain to be only one way, seconds later it becomes unclear. It's as if the road has another side of the road and changes in fractions of a second. Xuan Yuan wanted to take a step but was confused in which direction.

In the next second, Xuan Yuan realized the sound of a melody playing out, calling out his name. He walked with certainty to the rhythm of the melody. On the right and left he saw people walking in confusion. Take cross directions. Something's not right here.

They seem to be in the same place, but they don't see each other. It was as if they were in a different dimension. Not just a few people but dozens. Their appearance is different from each other. It seems that they are not only from one region, but from various countries. Who wants to come to find the legendary sword.

Fully aware and shocked, don't tell me this is an Iceberg full of mystery, why is he suddenly here? he asked himself. Even so, Xuan Yuan continued to follow where the melody took him. Ignoring what's happening on the right and left.

Now, in front of him there was only one certain way. This path led him to the bottom of the Iceberg. The road at first looked dim because of the darkness of the night. Of course, if he could say it was night, because he didn't know if it was really night.

The ceiling is full of ice stalactites that taper at each end. If there was an earthquake, then the tens of stalactites would kill him in an instant. The path ahead was a ray of light. Xuan Yuan took a definite step towards the light. The longer he steps to the light, the brighter it gets.

And Xuan Yuan was in one brightly lit room. The melody came from this room. What floated was a mist of wind. In this room a light mist swirled around the room as far as the eye could see, perhaps 30 meters in diameter. The mist hovered in the sky. Up and down to the melody. It was as if an invisible rope was hanging them there, but they weren't. There isn't any. The mist continued to rise and fall around the room.

There was a tug from the room to pull him inside. Xuan Yuan hesitated. Right foot trying to step in. The strains sounded louder. Roar in his ears. Xuan Yuan covered both ears with his palms.

By following your heart. Maybe this is a forbidden area for anyone. So he decided to pull himself up but his legs couldn't move. It's as if a magnet is pulling it inside.

The waves of mist that had been orderly became irregular. The melody became chaotic. Xuan Yuan was drawn into the whirlpool of wind mist. His body circled around the room. With the deafening power of the melody coupled with the mist of the wind. Xuan Yuan was frightened.

A moment later a figure appeared in the mist of wind and spun around in the whirlwind. But that figure didn't look like he was floating around aimlessly. The figure floated gracefully despite the swirling vortex of wind mist. The deafening melodic sound didn't bother him at all. The look in his eyes that had been calm looking at him turned into sharp eyes full of murderous intent.

And again, the wind mist changed. This time there were so many figures appearing. Floating in the air just like him. The difference is that he is still alive if you can say that, the figures that have sprung up float as if they are no longer alive. The figures were the ones he saw on the right and left corridors earlier. How could they suddenly be in this room? It was clear that he was the only one walking in this room and no one was following him. How the figures died here. Their bodies were tossed about by the dazzling white wind mist.