"Meng Hao was still consolidating his Dao Fruit Golden Core."
Li Yu stepped out of the room and into the frost-covered courtyard. Looking down at the ground beneath his feet, he said, "The Spirit Slaying Ancestor of the Cold Snow Tribe only has half a breath left too?"
Deep beneath Sacred Snow City, at the bottom of an icy sinkhole, stood a pentagonal altar of frost.
At the center of the altar sat a shriveled figure, as gaunt as a skeleton.
This was the Spirit Slaying Ancestor of the Cold Snow Tribe.
"Just like Kaoshan Ancestor back then, Cold Snow Ancestor had severed the Spirit Slaying First Strike but became stuck at the Spirit Slaying Second Strike. Unable to overcome the second strike, he fell into the Decline Tribulation and could only cling to life with half a breath."
Li Yu nodded. "It's time to pay this Cold Snow Ancestor a visit."
His figure flashed, and Li Yu silently drifted out of the courtyard, arriving beside a ruined dry well in Sacred Snow City.
"Using a dry well to conceal the entrance to an underground cultivation chamber is rather creative."
His figure floated down and landed at the bottom of the well, where an ice-sealed door appeared before him.
"Smashing down walls is far too violent. Better to be gentler. This poor cultivator is here to discuss business, not commit robbery."
He tapped the ice wall with a finger. With a turn of spiritual power, the ice wall transformed into a curtain of water. Li Yu flashed through it, then withdrew his spiritual power and turned the water curtain back into an ice wall.
Beyond the ice wall lay a bottomless ice cavern.
His body dropped straight down. A moment later, Li Yu reached the bottom of the cavern and