The Cold Lake

Speaking of Chu Ling.

A look of pride involuntarily appeared on Jing Shan Yan's withered, aged face. He looked just like an ungrown child. This was the most important thing he had ever done in his life.

He had guarded this secret for a full twenty years.

Nagano, Snow Cage, Han Dang... Over the past twenty years, countless factions and countless people had investigated, all wanting to know what precious secret the First Grand Tribunal Head, who had climbed to the pinnacle of the secular world, was willing to protect at the cost of his life—and what immense truth it could unravel.

But they could never have imagined it.

Jing Shan Yan's secret would be this...

"Please... get some rest."

Gu Shen could not bear to let Jing Shan Yan continue.

After saying so much in one breath, the old man's breathing became rapid again. His life was slipping away quickly. Gu Shen had started counting down the moment he entered the depths beneath the frozen lake, but now the real countdown had begun.

Jing Shan Yan probably had only a few minutes left.

No matter what.

He would never have another chance to leave this cold lake and see the sunlight above.

For the last stretch of time, Gu Shen wanted the elder to be as comfortable as possible. So he did everything he could to spread the Fire of Life, opening a warm domain within the icy pool five hundred meters beneath the frozen lake. The Fire Domain of an eighth-tier, third-stage transcendent was still only in its infancy, but it was more than enough to envelop the old and young pair leaning closely together.

Jing Shan Yan had endured cold for his entire life and suffered for his entire life. At last, in his final moments, he