Myriad Manifestations Palace Grand Competition

"Cough, cough, cough..."

In the snow-blanketed Tianshan Mountain Range, Zhuang Yuechan struggled to open her eyes. She could feel a heavy layer of snow covering her body. She was nearly frozen stiff, her heartbeat almost at a standstill.

She could only rely on the faint warmth emanating from the heat source beside her to stay alive.

"You're finally awake." The Yusu Sword trembled slightly, and Nameless's voice carried deep exhaustion.

It had spent years recuperating from severe injuries, and did not have much dharma power left to begin with. It had followed Zhuang Yuechan through countless places over the years, consuming a great deal. After Zhuang Yuechan collapsed from exhaustion and fell unconscious, it had continuously used its dharma power to generate heat and preserve her life.

The bone-piercing cold of the Tianshan Mountain Range had never been a joke. After a full year, its remaining dharma power was nearly exhausted. Even the heat it emanated had become extraordinarily faint.

At most, it could last another month. If Zhuang Yuechan had not awakened by then, they would be buried beneath the ice and snow forever.

"Cough, cough... How long was I unconscious?" Zhuang Yuechan felt as though her mind had stiffened, her thoughts sluggish and unclear.

"About a year, I think." Nameless was not entirely sure. At first, it had been able to judge by the alternation of day and night, but once they were covered by ice and snow, its estimates became less accurate.

"A year? Cough, cough, cough. It seems we won our gamble." Zhuang Yuechan circulated her dharma power and slowly dispelled the chill from her body. Her thoughts became much sharper than before.

"Yes, we won. Your nerve is exactly as great as hers. That was a Demon King." Nameless spoke in a complicated tone.

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