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Poison God's Heritage

"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...

Biako · Oriental
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Trial of Frost III

The gates themselves were made of pure sculpted ice. Portraying statues of dragons and phoenixes and demonic figures. All reaching to the center of the gate where there was a kiln that had a burning flame in it.

The entire gate looked like a piece of sculpted art that held a story behind it. And just as I got close enough the gate opened up allowing me to enter into the palace.

The inside of the palace was mostly made of pure ice. With the exception of some pieces of furniture that had frozen over.

Rotten carpets and broken chairs and stools lay all over the place.

The main hall leading forward had several dozen ice statues lined up perfectly. And taking a closer look you could see that the statues were the only thing that seemed to not be affected by the passage of time.

I didn't try and move forward as this is the most obvious of traps.

"Hello!"