After leaving the valley where the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes lay, the biting cold wind rushed at them once more, but their state of mind was completely different from when they had arrived. Ling Yun carried the still-unconscious Yu Tianheng on his back, while Dugu Yan followed beside him, her expression anxious yet touched with a trace of hope. The three hurried south across the rugged icy plains.
The vastness and deathly stillness of the Extreme North were enough to make any lone traveler despair. Yet Ling Yun's steps remained steady, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's. His powerful Spiritual Sense stretched out like invisible feelers, constantly scanning dozens of miles around them to avoid powerful soul beasts and any possible soul master patrols. He had to find a relatively safe place as soon as possible to stabilize Yu Tianheng's injuries.
After traveling continuously for nearly a full day and night, Ling Yun finally slowed when they spotted, in the distance, a relatively sheltered valley encircled by enormous glaciers. At the center of the valley was a deep natural ice cave, its entrance concealed and its interior spacious—a perfect temporary refuge.
"Let's rest here." As he spoke, Ling Yun carefully laid Yu Tianheng on the ice floor, which had been covered with dry grass. Dugu Yan immediately stepped forward and nervously checked her cousin's condition. Yu Tianheng's face was pale as paper, and his breathing was weak. Though the wound across his chest, torn open by an Evil Spirit Master's claws, had stopped bleeding, its edges still gave off an eerie black mist. The evil poison had clearly not been purged.
Ling Yun did not delay. The Nine-Heart Begonia Emperor, radiating a gentle halo of life, appeared once more in his palm. Compared to when he had