As his body continued sinking, Zhang Tie sensed not only increasingly thick and dense demonic qi, but also layers upon layers of frigid force, like ten-thousand-year ice. For the moment, however, he had noticed nothing else unusual.
His divine sense felt as though it were gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, its detection range compressed to the limit. He could only keep the divine power around his body surging without pause, his mind taut as he prepared at any moment for any danger that might leap out of the darkness.
After roughly half an hour, the surrounding frigid force had risen to a terrifying level.
Such extreme cold was enough to make ordinary Integration stage cultivators recoil in fear. Without the protection of an exceedingly yang and blazing fire-attribute treasure, their bloodlines would likely freeze solid in an instant, their nascent souls sealed in ice, leaving them unable to move an inch.
Yet to Zhang Tie, this chill, enough to freeze even empty space, was no more than the itch of a mosquito bite.
He was already a body cultivator of the Primordial Chaos Realm, with sinews, bones, and flesh tempered a thousand times over, long since reaching an indestructible state. Moreover, his body was covered in a sapphire Ice Crystal armor condensed from the origin power of the Ice Law. Crystal-clear and containing a chill within, it not only feared no external cold now, but faintly seemed to draw in and temper itself with that force of the same origin.
The cold of this abyss was indeed insignificant to him.
Still, a trace of doubt quietly crept into Zhang Tie's heart.
In the memory fragments obtained from searching Ghost Child's soul, there seemed to have been no mention of such violent frigid force during the descent.
Had Ghost