Walking through the deep, shadowy tunnel, Qin Yi was filled with no small measure of amazement.
All around them, ice crystals had congealed. Icy blue intertwined with pure white, soft light rippling and crystalline gleams flashing, as though the place had been carved from gemstones. Walking within it felt extraordinarily beautiful, like the Ice Country from a fairy tale.
Yu Shang and An'an moved slowly beside him, their lovely eyes darting everywhere as they looked around. Even Minghe, held in someone's hand, stared without blinking. Liusu, too, rarely refrained from hopping about, sitting quietly on Qin Yi's shoulder to watch.
So it went to show that regardless of one's temperament, even regardless of gender, as long as one was human, one fell for "beauty."
The residents, however, were ice demons entirely immune to such things. In their eyes, all that mattered was whether it was cold enough. It had to be said that this was truly casting pearls before swine.
As for the chill, the farther down they went, the more outrageous it became.
It had already been extremely cold on the sea's surface. Qin Yi had previously judged that cultivators at the Soaring Clouds stage would likely find the ice sea unbearable, while even Radiant Yang cultivators would struggle somewhat. Yet the deeper they descended, the more exaggerated it grew, until even Qin Yi's cultivation began to feel that it was "quite cold."
What did that mean...? It meant that the cold here had begun to exert a certain influence even on Qianyuan cultivators.
This was no spellcraft, but purely natural cold, mixed with demonic qi that should not have existed here. It made the cold less pure, transforming it into a ghostly chill that pierced to the bone, dense with sinister demonic qi, reaching straight into the soul.