Azure Blood Cold Silkworm

No one knew how much time had passed when the fishing rod submerged in the frigid pool, seemingly unchanged since time immemorial, suddenly gave a faint tremble without warning. Zhang Tie's eyes sharpened, and he flicked the rod upward with one hand like lightning!

Splash!

A dazzling streak of golden light burst from the dark, icy pool, shooting out amid several crystal-clear droplets that radiated chilling air!

When the golden light halted in midair, he looked closely and discovered it was a tiny golden fish, only three inches long and one inch wide.

Its entire body was translucent, as though forged from flowing liquid gold. Every tiny scale glimmered with mysterious runic light, while an indescribably pure fluctuation of soul power spread from it, making even the surrounding air seem to freeze for an instant.

Just as the thought of probing its secrets crossed Zhang Tie's mind, a sudden change occurred!

The golden fish, having left the frigid pool, seemed to have lost some fundamental support. Its radiance rapidly dimmed, and its form began to fade and dissipate in wisps like ink in water. It was about to vanish completely into nothingness and return to heaven and earth!

"Not good!" Zhang Tie's pupils constricted, and he did not hesitate in the slightest.

He opened his mouth sharply, unleashing an irresistible force of suction from his throat. The golden fish in the air seemed to be tugged by an invisible rope. With a sharp whistle, it turned into an incomparably condensed golden thread and shot into Zhang Tie's mouth. An indescribable sensation, mixed with extreme cold and vast soul power, rushed straight down his throat.

The fishing rod then turned into specks of light and silently vanished into nothingness.

Zhang Tie immediately sat down cross-legged where he stood, palms facing upward