A full moon hung in the night sky, which faintly revealed a trace of deep blue.
Amid the night, a Monk in yellow robes was walking through the mountains at an unhurried pace.
The Monk did not seem to be moving quickly, merely proceeding at the ordinary pace of a stroll, yet with every step he took, he appeared hundreds of meters away in the next second.
Among them all, the Monk possessed the highest cultivation, and thus the fastest speed.
But at a certain moment, he had no choice but to stop.
Raising his head, the Monk looked ahead.
Before him, sky blue frost stretched from heaven to earth, freezing everything within it solid. It was like a beautiful sapphire, glimmering with a faint, deep-blue radiance beneath the moonlight.
—The road ahead had been completely blocked.
After thinking for a moment, the Monk placed his hand against the wall of frost that emanated a faint chill. He closed his eyes, seeming to comprehend something.
Only after more than half an hour did the Monk open his eyes again.
Taking one of the three talismans he had peeled from that doorway earlier, the Monk first stuck it onto the frost wall before him, then took several steps back.
The instant the talisman touched the frost, the colors it originally carried rapidly dimmed. In barely one or two minutes, the talisman, its colors completely gone, scattered and dissipated into the air.
Faintly, dense cracks could be seen appearing inside the frost wall.
"Amitabha."
With his palms pressed together, the Monk lowered his eyes and softly recited a Buddhist invocation.
The Monk made no movement, yet Golden Light emerged from his body once more. The light was almost tangible, condensing behind him into the phantom of a Wrathful Vajra dozens of meters