In the extreme northern reaches of the Primordial World Heaven and Earth lies the Abyss of Eternal Cold. Once the ancient dojo where the True Form of the Black Tortoise bore the weight of the heavens, it is now a place of eternal silence and biting frost. Jagged glaciers, shattered like giant, razor-sharp blades, stand thrust into the pitch-black sea; the frozen air has fractured space itself into spiderweb cracks, as if time here had slowed to a glacial crawl. Between Yang Jian’s brows, his Heavenly Eye swirls with golden light, scouring this forgotten land of endings, while beneath Nezha’s feet, the Wind and Fire Wheels flare, yet their flames cannot melt the profound ice that has settled over eons.
Xiaotian Hound has abandoned his primordial, mountain-sized form for that of a human. Clad in jet-black battle armor, his figure is straight as a spear, his face cold and stern, though his eyes retain the sharpness and vigilance of a divine hound. He carries a bone blade wreathed in chaotic malice, standing silently at Yang Jian’s side, scanning every suspicious shadow on the ice sheet like a seasoned scout. Between the three of them floats the *Map of Tribulations*, obtained from the Gate of Guixu. Its dark golden light flows, radiating a heavy, desolate aura that clashes with the silence of this frozen wasteland, yet strangely resonates with it.
Suddenly, the vertical eye on Yang Jian’s forehead narrows sharply, and his golden gaze pierces like a physical strike toward the b…
Chapter 467