In the Myriad-Year Mystic Ice Secret Hall deep within the Mystic Ice Palace, the cold had almost solidified.
Heavenly Venerable Ice Soul sat cross-legged on the central cold jade platform, his face ashen with fury. The Ice Phoenix communication talisman before him had gone completely dim, offering not the slightest response.
"The seventh time..." Ice Soul's voice was bone-chilling as it echoed through the empty hall.
Seven times now, he had expended his own essence to send messages to the superior sect in the Sixth Heaven—the Ice God Divine Hall.
At first, he had respectfully detailed the abnormalities in the Third Heaven, Han Ming's death, and the bizarre formation. Later, he had earnestly explained the stakes, even discreetly hinting that a priceless treasure or opportunity might be involved!
Yet every message had sunk like a stone into the sea.
No, it was worse than that.
With his last message, he had distinctly sensed a fluctuation in the Ice God Divine Hall's receiving formation. But instead of accepting it, an icy spiritual thought had swept over it, brimming with undisguised irritation and indifference, and "bounced" his message straight back!
It felt like being a buzzing fly casually swatted aside.
"Fine... What a fine Ice God Divine Hall..." Ice Soul slowly tightened his fingers, the faint crackle of crushed ice crystals rising from his palm. "Let us see how long you can remain so arrogant!"
He closed his eyes, and ice-blue light blazed around him.
A strand of golden Divine Soul, condensed to the utmost and almost solid, was forcibly peeled out from between his brows.
The instant it left his body, Ice Soul shuddered violently. His face turned as white as paper, and his aura plummeted by more than thirty percent!
This was no ordinary message. He had severed part of