The so-called Extreme Cold Hell Road.
In truth, it was a Blue Stone Slab Road upon the surface of the vast Sky Lake. The lake was quiet and deep, so calm there was not the slightest ripple or rise, as though living beings simply did not exist there.
The lake's surface reflected the sky upside down. Everywhere he looked, sunlight shone bright, the wind was gentle, the day fair—a scene of peace.
This was completely different from the hell road Wang Yu had imagined!
At the very least, it should have been a scene of ice and snow filling the heavens, right? Right now, there was only one path forward, and in every direction, there were no fellow travelers who had passed straight through the Mind Trap.
He deeply suspected that this Heavenly Palace Secret Realm was completely different from before. The intelligence obtained from the Northern Demons would be reduced to reference value only; he could no longer fully trust the information it provided.
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Yu chose to step onto the bluestone path.
In that instant, the Ice Dragon Pill Flame inside him suddenly surged up, actively releasing itself from his limbs and bones, dyeing Wang Yu until he looked like a man made of blue flame.
The terrifying low temperature from the outside world could almost instantly freeze a Nascent Soul Cultivator's fleshly body and Demonic Essence, as though he had entered some kind of ice-sealed domain.
No living creature could escape the influence of this extreme cold.
And while the Ice Dragon Pill Flame protected his fleshly body, it was also greedily absorbing this Extreme Cold Power to accelerate its own growth. The faint spirituality within the flame also showed a clear improvement.
"A treasured cultivation land...?"
Wang Yu's heart, which had