Entering the Ice Plains, Absorbing the Cold Current: The Scavenger Old Man Lures the Butterflies

The various affairs in Feng Province currently had little to do with Wang Yu.

After a long trek, what entered his eyes was a line of snow-white that seemed to join heaven and earth. At first, the vast ice field still looked as though it were wrapped in silver.

But if one looked into the distance, one would discover it.

The deeper one went into the ice field, the thicker the dark clouds became, blocking the sunlight completely and setting it off as mysteriously as eternal night. Cold winds and freezing rain blew at every moment.

From time to time, they formed snowstorms that raged across this ancient, everlasting frozen earth, sweeping away all life and vitality.

Gloomy, deathly still, cold.

That was Wang Yu's first impression when he first arrived here.

The stone stele had once recorded that before the Primeval Immortal Dynasty, this realm had been a frozen land. Perhaps this was also the origin of the name Ice Prison Realm.

Being chosen to become a prison for the Ancient Demons—whether that was fortune or misfortune, no one knew.

Upon this most ancient land.

Wang Yu slowed down and advanced gradually. The Endless Ice Field was dangerous and unpredictable; it was best not to fly too high. The ice and snow storms that could rise at any time were one of the most dangerous situations here.

Once one was swept inside, even immortals would find it hard to save them.

He remembered that the Great Lake Spirit Domain had a force named the North Suppressing Pagoda, established on the outskirts of the Endless Ice Field. All of their cultivation relied on resources from the ice field.

He wondered whether he would run into them.

As he pondered the map route in his mind, Wang Yu's final goal was