Inside the fur tent, Han Feiyu took out the food the maidservants had prepared from the Jade Gourd space and ate listlessly, taking a bite here and there.
"I really miss the sect's comfortable surroundings, the lively Great Dining Hall."
"When Grandmaster told me about it, I was already mentally prepared, but I never expected it to be this miserable." Han Feiyu took a sip of hot tea. This was one of his rare moments of rest in the Snowstorm Desolation.
"Rather than saying useless things here, you should hurry up and rest."
"If you don't increase your traveling speed by thirty percent from here on out, you'll very likely die in this desolate land," the Mechanical Puppet Xiao A said.
"I know, but this icy poison is truly hard to endure without drinking bear blood. Every step feels like crippling both my legs."
"Xiao A, do you think that once I break out of this desolate land, I can really advance to Golden Immortal?" Han Feiyu asked again.
"Of course you can. Now that you have broken free of the Illusion Realm, once you come into contact with the three thousand laws of the outside world, you will very likely attain Golden Immortal."
"Within this desolate land, every second and every instant is tempering your immortal soul and flesh, strengthening your foundation."
"So, don't die in this desolate land," the Mechanical Puppet Xiao A said.
"How could I die? I haven't become a Golden Immortal yet. I haven't become Great Luo yet."
"For me, all things beneath heaven have only just begun. How can I die here?" Han Feiyu said, his gaze resolute.
He had not yet had enough of these days where he could freely squander Immortal Jade. Wouldn't dying here be a terrible loss?
After eating, Han