Ling Xiao stood aloft in the clouds, his robes snapping in the biting northern wind. The piercing chill of the Extreme North surged toward him, so intense that even the physique of a Heavenly Immortal could feel its bone-penetrating cold. He looked down at the silvery-white world gradually revealing itself beneath his feet, his brow furrowed slightly.
"This chill... something's wrong."
Ordinary cold should have felt like a gentle spring breeze to a cultivator, but the chill wrapping around his body now carried a bizarre, corrosive quality that managed to seep past his protective spiritual energy and into his meridians. Ling Xiao circulated his Cultivation Method, his internal spiritual energy flowing to completely dissolve the invading cold.
Chapter 675