I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 350: How Do We Find It?

"This place..." Victor whispered.

It didn’t feel like a residence.

It felt old.

Older than the four decades that the Kahr’uun had been here.

And ominous.

But Rhozan was inside, so Victor approached the archway and descended the stairwell that spiraled into darkness.

The air grew colder... so cold frost formed on Victor’s eyelashes. This time he actually felt it a little...

At the bottom was a narrow corridor stretching straight ahead, utterly unlit except for a thin bar of light at the far end.

Victor slowed and approached carefully. This felt like a place that seemed restricted to outsiders but nonetheless he approached.

The Kahr’uun people had nothing to hide, right?

There was a slightly open massive double doors at the end of the corridor.

As he neared the slightly open door, a soft whirring filled his ears. He felt like he had heard something similar when he was walking through the temple of eternity.

Victor narrowed his eyes because through the small gaps of the slightly ajar doors, he could see a beam of bright, crystalline light within.

It was like a pillar but it seemed as though there was something in it.

He stepped closer, curiously.

But just as he leaned forward in preparation to push the doors further open, a tap landed on his shoulder.

Victor spun instantly, unleashing his qi and ready to send a Gale Strike at the source of the tap...

Only to freeze mid-attack.

Standing behind him was none other than Rhozan.

His tall and intimidating figure cast a long shadow across the icy hallway, and the faint glow of the runic crystals embedded in the walls reflected off the elder’s pale-blue skin and dark, swirling tattoos.

"You move far too quietly for someone your size," Victor muttered while releasing his qi.

Rhozan expression was a little tense as he stared quietly.

"I came to tell you that I have made my decision..." Victor added.

"Come," Rhozan voiced while placing a hand on Victor’s shoulder. "Let us discuss away from here."

Victor frowned but followed. Rhozan’s footsteps carried an unusual urgency, and Victor’s eyes wandered once more to those massive doors that were slightly ajar.

But Rhozan didn’t seem to be taking him there.

They turned and walked past the door but Victor stopped.

"Rhozan," he said firmly. "Why can’t we go in there to talk."

"We can talk elsewhere," Rhozan brushed it aside.

"Hmm... you seemed anxious earlier. When you realized I was walking near those doors. What’s behind them?"

Rhozan’s neck stiffened. "It is nothing important."

"That’s a terrible lie."

The Kahr’uun leader sighed deeply before turning his back to Victor. "It is simply... a traditional room. A sacred space meant only for myself and the priest. It is restricted to everyone else."

Victor narrowed his eyes. "A sacred restricted room? Are you hiding something from me?"

Rhozan turned sharply, "Great Iruhun, please. There are things even you do not wish to be entangled with. Let us leave it at that."

Victor held his gaze for several seconds, searching for cracks in the Kahr’uun’s expression.

He swallowed, then nodded slowly. "Fine. I’ll let it be—"

’for now.’

The relief on Rhozan’s face was unmistakable. He immediately resumed walking, leading Victor through several winding corridors until they reached a small, rune-lit chamber where no one else was present.

Victor folded his arms. "Alright. You dragged me here. What now?"

Rhozan exhaled, then straightened with a solemn expression.

"You said you had made your decision... is that true? Have you decided to help us?"

Victor nodded. "I will. That corrupted creature—whatever came into this world with your people—it might become a threat to humanity too. And it needs to be dealt with."

Rhozan’s stern face cracked into a visible expression of relief and joy. His shoulders relaxed, and he clasped Victor’s forearm with genuine gratitude.

"You have no idea how much this means to my people," he said. "For years we have fought this thing. Died to it. Buried our warriors because of it. But you... you might be the first hope we’ve had in decades."

Victor brushed his white robe and smirked. "Alright, enough flattery. Let’s focus on the problem. How do we find it?"

Rhozan’s joyous expression dimmed.

"We don’t."

Victor blinked. "What?"

"We never know where it is until it strikes." Rhozan shook his head. "Its presence in this world is unnatural. It drifts, hides, moves through the frozen lands without leaving any clear trace. When it wishes to kill, it reveals itself. Until then, it is as though it does not exist."

Victor frowned deeply. "Then how have you been hunting it?"

Rhozan walked to a stone slab table and placed his palm over a glowing rune. A map of the frozen surface appeared displaying vast plains of ice, rough mountains, and swirling storm zones.

"We do not hunt it," Rhozan said grimly. "It hunts us. Always."

Victor stepped closer. "If it’s that aggressive, shouldn’t it have found you constantly?"

"That is why we stay underground," Rhozan explained. "Our ancestors once lived on the surface. Back in the old world, we were never afraid of the surface. Even when creatures attacked almost daily, we remained an apex predator. But on this world, we are its prey and that is one of the reasons why we hide deep under the ice—it loses our trail. It is unable to find us so easily so long as we remain here."

Victor raised a brow. "Loses you guys trail? That doesn’t make sense if it has already been here a bunch of times. How does it forget where it has already been?"

Rhozan nodded. "It resets. Every time we kill it, it returns to life above the surface with a scrambled memory. It knows it hates us, but not where we are. It always has to rediscover our location, and that gives us time."

Victor’s heartbeat slowed.

A creature that revived itself and came back more powerful each time... an ever shifting... ever evolving corruption.

"Have you guys ever tried trapping it?" Victor questioned with a thoughtful gaze.

"If it always comes back after death, and each time stronger... have you guys never thought of trapping it with a spell and imprisoning it forever?" He added.

Rhozan lets out a sigh and nods; "Yes we have. But no spell is powerful enough to truly trap it... at least not from any of us."

"I see..." Victor’s eyes narrowed.

"So if we’re underground and it can’t find you easily," Victor said slowly, "how do we force it to appear? How do we find it?"

Rhozan’s face hardened.

"There is one guaranteed method. But it is... dangerous."

"Tell me."

"One of us must go to the surface."

Victor blinked again. "That’s it?"

"That is enough," Rhozan replied. "The moment one of us steps into the open sky, it senses us. It feels our presence like a beacon—and it will come. Instantly."

Victor let out a low whistle. "That’s quite the ability."

Rhozan nodded grimly. "And why we stay below. The more of us exposed above ground, the faster it finds us—and the more violent its attacks."

Victor paced slowly, absorbing every detail. "What about its abilities? Strength? Weaknesses? Anything I should know?"

Rhozan grimaced. "Its form is never constant. It changes. Sometimes humanoid. Sometimes beast-like. Sometimes nothing but a mass of tendrils and shadow. Corruption twists it anew every time it resurrects."

Victor felt a chill.

"That sounds annoying."

"And deadly," Rhozan added. "It adapts to counter whatever killed it last."

Victor’s brows rose. "...Wonderful."

Rhozan placed a hand on Victor’s shoulder again. "But the Iruhun abilities, his power—give us a chance none of our warriors ever had. And knowing that you will fight, I will immediately gather a squad of our finest soldiers to accompany you to the surface."

Victor nodded. "Good. But until then, I need to prepare."

Rhozan bowed slightly. "You will have all resources you require. Prepare as you see fit."

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The chamber Rhozan provided was vast, with tall ice pillars and amplified resonance fields built for combat training.

Victor drew the Legacy Sword causing its metallic ring to echo beautifully across the crystalline walls. His long white hair fluttered in the cold breeze created by his own movements.

He exhaled, steadying his mind as he felt the space around him deeply.

He began with slow movements, sweeping arcs and controlled strikes, feeling the mass of the sword in his hand.

The white robes the Kahr’uun had given him flowed behind each motion like living shadows.

He was trying not to do too much in order to avoid destroying this space but at the same time, he wanted to get more familiar with the new strength he acquired when he fully integrated his bloodline.

A boom filled the chamber as Victor activated his Void Emperor bloodline.

<[ Void Emperor Bloodline Activated ]>

His presence became overwhelming, distorting the air. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

He slashed casually, not using his full strength, and a ripple of spatial distortion cut across the room, cleaving through ice pillars cleanly.