After Fang Mo and the others heavily wounded Ye Wuming, they did not linger. After resting briefly, they continued northward through the biting wind and sporadic attacks from scattered ice beasts.
Though they had fought battle after battle, the True Man Realm cultivators in the party had suffered few casualties. Instead, they had gained enormous benefits, and everyone's fighting spirit burned fiercely.
After continuously devouring the essence blood of vast numbers of ice-type beasts, especially the wisps of primal coldness contained within, Fang Mo's Archaic Sea Ice Flood Dragon talent became more active than ever before.
As he moved swiftly with the group, he sank most of his consciousness into heaven and earth, closing his eyes to sense his surroundings.
The phantom of an ice flood dragon faintly emerged behind him. It seemed to have returned to the domain most suited to it, joyfully and greedily breathing in and absorbing every wisp of pure frost law permeating heaven and earth.
The refined power of those laws continuously flowed back into Fang Mo's body and Nascent Soul, not only rapidly healing his injuries and replenishing his depletion, but also elevating his perception of this frozen region to an entirely new level.
Gradually, amid the flow of ice energy disturbed by the powerful frozen domain, Fang Mo caught hold of a faint thread.
The cold energy within that thread was like nerves, converging from all directions toward a single source.
"Found it!"
Fang Mo was delighted. He knew he had found it, and cautiously traced the network toward that source.
Buzz!
Fang Mo's consciousness shuddered violently, and his icy awareness instantly arrived in a stretch of void.
There lay a colossal bird, so enormous it defied imagination, as though sculpted from the purest profound ice and primordial cold marrow. It lay silently