The surroundings were quiet. Within a radius of more than a hundred thousand li, Frost Domain's Spirit Capturing Ship was the only one for the time being. Of course, it was also possible that the others were lying low.
The Spirit Capturing Ship trade had endured for who knew how many tens of thousands of years. It had long weathered countless savage slaughters and brutal confrontations, accumulating heaps of lessons paid for in blood. That was how its current rules had come to be.
Wang Wu did not wish to break the rules, because this multi-dimensional Cultivation World truly possessed forces capable of meting out punishment—forces with no upper limit.
He had worked so hard and paid any price to join Frost Domain and cling to its thigh. Wasn't this precisely what he wanted?
So he remained quiet, moving with great care through the Vast Nether Cold Qi.
The chill of the Lesser Ice Spirit Pill spread around him. The Heart of the Earth had stopped beating, while the five first-grade demon cores of the First Sequence had entered an idle state, because the flow of qi and blood was the likeliest thing to trigger contamination from the Vast Nether Cold Qi.
Naturally, the Creation Fire Spirit Pill of the Third Sequence had simply been given the day off. Go celebrate Children's Day or something!
In short, Wang Wu had pushed every aspect to its limit. Wherever he passed, the fluctuations in the Vast Nether Cold Qi were nearly negligible, even smaller than the natural ripples of the Vast Nether Cold Qi itself.
At this moment, the Vast Nether Cold Qi was truly quiet, carrying a strange and eerie beauty.
Yet he could not sense any Cold Horn Insects.
This was tens of thousands of li above the ground. According