More than ten days after Zhang Tie entered the Nether Emperor's Immortal Mansion, more and more cultivators arrived at God Burial Abyss.
"The Nether Emperor's Immortal Mansion truly lives up to its reputation! Even the might it naturally emanates is so terrifying!" A Middle Stage True Immortal cultivator in brocade robes stared at the enormous Black Shadow within the gray mist and murmured to himself. His face held both yearning and deep reverence.
"A chance that appears once every hundred thousand years lies right before us! If we gain anything this time, the Great Dao will be within reach!" Even more eyes burned with blazing greed.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
The sounds of rushing through the air suddenly became dense.
Streams of light came racing from the distant void like an inverted river of stars.
A colossal bronze war chariot, vast as a mountain range, was pulled by nine flood dragons emanating icy auras. It crushed through the void, leaving long trails of frost behind it. A banner embroidered with icy stars snapped in the wind atop the chariot—the emblem of the Ice Soul Divine Palace, one of the overlords of the Northern Cold Immortal Domain.
At the front of the chariot stood an elderly man in a moon-white Daoist robe. His features were lean, his beard and hair entirely white. With his hands behind his back, he stood motionless. Icy spiritual radiance seemed to flow through his eyes whenever they opened and closed, while the chill radiating from him made the surrounding void seem on the verge of freezing.
He was the leader dispatched by the Ice Soul Divine Palace this time—the Profound Ice Ancestor, whose name shook the Northern Cold Immortal Domain. He possessed Peak Golden Immortal cultivation, and his true strength was unfathomable. As the Northern Cold Immortal