Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 4198

Despite the woman having her eyes closed, she looked just like Dorothy.

But the ornaments she wore in her hair, the expression on her face, and the aura she emitted, were completely different from Dorothy's.

"Who is Dorothy?" the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord asked curiously.

Zen told him about Dorothy's origin and how she had suddenly disappeared.

Once he had heard the story, the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord thought for a while. "In that case, I don't think it's a coincidence," he said, still thoughtful.

It wasn't rare for two women in the world to have the same appearance. The key point was that Dorothy's origin was mysterious, and she might have something to do with the woman on the throne.

Unfortunately, Dorothy had been missing for a while now, and without her presence, it was difficult to confirm the connection between the two.

Once he retreated from the diversion, Zen returned to the junction of the three roads and chose to enter the ice gate in the middle.

When Zen came into contact with the ice gate, he felt his hands grow heavy.

"This door is so heavy!" he exclaimed.

But then, Elizabeth's words about the Cold Prisons came to mind.

Even after pouring the water from a sea into a Cold Prison, one could only get a thumb-sized piece of ice.

No one knew how much water had been used to condense this ice gate.

However, Zen's strength was no longer what it used to be. He had barely put his hands on the gate, when the power of his arms suddenly burst out.

A powerful aura surged around Zen's body, the shock waves of which were destructive. They left whip-like marks on the ground surrounding him.

"Open!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ice gate scraped the ground before a fist-sized crack appeared on it.

Zen was about to increase his strength to push the door, when a hand reached out from the crack and pressed to the side of the ice gate. The door swung open slowly.

A hunchbacked old man appeared in the doorway. He had one eye, and his lifeless-looking skin was deathly gray.

Zen instinctively took two steps backwards. On one hand, he was surprised that there was a living person inside. On the other hand, the old man had opened the gate so effortlessly, which indicated his great strength.

The old man then glanced at Zen, turned around to go back inside.

"Sir!" Zen shouted before the old man could disappear.

The old man turned a deaf ear to him.

Behind the ice gate was an open, circular ice hall, within which were many bodies scattered everywhere on the ground. These bodies looked to be the same as the bodies of the human spirits he had seen outside. They were not dead, but all of them had lost their souls.

The old man picked up a body from the ground, placed it on an ice platform in the middle of the hall, and began to carefully clean it.

The body seemed to have been there for a long time, and was covered in a layer of brown dust.

The old man cleaned up the dust on the body with a duster, little by little. He then put the body back on the ground before picking another body and placing it on the platform.

"Sir, why do you clean them?" Zen asked, looking around him.

The old man didn't answer this question either. He just continued to work mechanically.

"Zen, why not check if this old man has a soul?" the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord suggested.

"Wouldn't it be impolite?" Zen said, hesitant.

But on second thought, he knew what the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord meant. He reached out a hand and pressed it against the old man's forehead.

The old man didn't resist or get angry.

The moment Zen pressed a hand to the old man's forehead, he felt the immensely strong aura of a Treacherous Being. Zen became uncomfortable, completely overwhelmed by this unpleasant feeling.

"He has a soul," he said, looking warily at the old man. He hesitated before saying, "No. This is a Treacherous Being that hasn't awakened yet."

"It is indeed a friendly type of Treacherous Being!" the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord exclaimed, having been right in his conjecture.

Many Treacherous Beings had obsessions that they always acted upon before they could meet the requirements that would allow them to awaken.