Old Qian stared at Xiao Hei thoughtfully for a moment before dropping the subject, simply reminding them, "We need to pick up the pace. The commotion just now is very likely to attract more dangerous beings."
The group pressed on, encountering several more perils along the way—blood-sucking frost vines, snow-ridge phantasms capable of mimicking human voices to lure prey, and a snowy illusion field that nearly caused them to lose their bearings. Fortunately, guided by Old Qian and the snow spirit, they successfully neutralized every crisis.
On the seventh day, they finally arrived at the outskirts of the Cold Abyss. From a distance, the Cold Abyss appeared as a massive, bottomless glacial canyon. Thick mist billowed within the gorge, occasionally carrying strange, weeping sounds that resembled the sighs of some ancient creature.
Chapter 50