The God-Slaying Ice Plain lay in the far north of the Central Plains, blanketed year-round by endless snowstorms and ancient, unmelting black ice. The natural energy here was sparse and violent, carrying an extreme chill capable of freezing the soul. It was a deadly land that even Dou Zong experts were reluctant to enter lightly.
Space twisted, and Xiao Chen stepped out from the void. The biting wind, mixed with shards of ice, slashed at him like knives, instantly coating his brows and hair with a layer of white frost. As far as the eye could see, there was only a deathly white expanse. Ranges of icy peaks stretched like the backs of giant beasts all the way to the horizon.
"What terrifying cold..." Xiao Chen's gaze narrowed slightly. The cold of the God-Slaying Ice Plain was not merely physical low temperature; it also contained a sinister force that eroded the soul. An ordinary Dou Zun would likely find even the circulation of their Dou Qi sluggish here.
Yet as the Chaos Flame within him circulated faintly, that discomfort instantly vanished. The Chaos Flame contained creation and destruction, embracing all things. Such extreme cold instead became the perfect environment to temper it.
Following the vague clues provided by Cao Xiu, as well as his own senses for the natural energy, he sped toward the region deep within the ice plain where the chill was strongest and the Soul fluctuations were most abnormal. That was where the Nine-Revolutions Soul-Returning Grass was most likely to be found.
His figure became a blurred azure streak amid the endless snowstorm, moving at an astonishing speed. The deeper he went, the stronger the cold became. Ice Soul Beasts formed from concentrated frigid energy even began to appear, charging at him fearlessly, but all were burned