The First Day Missing Huyan Bin

Northern Region Snow Mountains, freezing cold for ten thousand fathoms.

A thousand-mile abyss lay there, seemingly deep and dark. Yet when one stepped onto it, not a ripple stirred. It turned out that this place had frozen solid completely an unknown number of years ago.

Screech—

Whale-Riding Immortal drew an arc across the ice with his bare hand. Then, with a suction from his palm and an upward pull, he tore out an enormous pillar of ice with a thunderous crash. Flipping his right hand, he annihilated the ice pillar, turning it into countless specks of powder that scattered through the air.

With that, a massive hollow opened beneath the icy abyss.

Whale-Riding Immortal took out the ancient magic artifact said to have once hooked a Black Demon Whale: a golden fishing rod. Then he turned to the pale-blue humanoid phantom beside him and gave a wicked smile. "Come on."

"Jiang Tiankuo, you'd better act like a human being." The other party replied irritably.

This pale-blue soul phantom was naturally the Western Sea Sword Emperor, who had recently been hanging around with Whale-Riding Immortal.

He was now the soul of a half-step seventh-realm powerhouse. Though he still retained some combat strength, he was also an exceedingly rare cultivation resource to certain people or demon beasts, and was himself in danger.

Thus, with Daoist Yan promising to protect him in Hanging Sword Kingdom, he had followed Whale-Riding Immortal onto a road of wandering the world on foot, hoping to at least acquire a physical body first. For a powerhouse of his realm, finding a passable vessel was no easy matter.

If it were that simple, neither Yang Sheng nor the Demon God's ilk would have found resurrection so difficult.

"Don't worry. My technique is absolutely top-tier." Whale-Riding Immortal swore solemnly.

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