The gaps in the swiftly moving black clouds occasionally revealed the round moon. In the long-abandoned courtyard, charcoal in a bonfire flickered amid the ruins where half the roof had collapsed. Feng Ying curled up in a corner with her saber in her arms, dozing fitfully, her lashes trembling as though she had dreamed of something...
The scenes kept changing, and Feng Ying saw Sky Pillar Mountain, towering like a colossal dragon.
When she looked up at Sky Pillar Mountain in her dream, she could feel an indescribable heavenly majesty, along with a faint sense of loneliness. Before she could see it clearly, the scene changed again.
In a brief flickering instant, she saw a familiar cave.
As usual, she went deeper into the cave. The farther in she went, the more ice covered the surrounding walls. Even in the dream, she could feel the cold that froze the soul.
Her vision flashed rapidly forward, and the rocks around her were gradually replaced by deep-blue ice walls. Feng Ying knew this place well. She had come here many times in her dreams and even remembered the ice Spirit Flowers growing in certain corners. Those spirit flowers and rare herbs were even scarcer and more precious than the so-called immortal herbs of the black market. Any one of them could make Immortals, Demons, and Devils fight until their heads were bloodied.
Ignoring the wondrous treasures and exotic plants, she continued onward. Slowly, even the ice spirits and strange flora vanished, leaving only a cold that could nearly freeze the soul.
Then the sight before her abruptly opened up.
By past experience, she should have seen a massive block of ice and the Dragon Girl lying motionless within it.
What was that...?
Several pitch-black iron chains had appeared atop the pure ice!