On a rock, Su Yi held a wine jug and waited quietly.
The black frost hanging over heaven and earth like stagnant mist resembled countless fine grains of sand, glimmering with an eerie sheen as it lay utterly still.
It looked as though there was no danger at all.
Yet Su Yi knew that if other cultivators came here, this black frost would be like a school of sharks that had scented blood, crazily pouncing upon them and invading their flesh and soul.
However, such dangers could not trouble Dao Ancestors.
Nor did Su Yi intend to use this strange black frost to battle Dao Ancestors.
Time passed.
Suddenly, the sound of something tearing through the air came from afar.
Over the swamp shrouded in black frost, three figures were speeding toward this place.
They were none other than Song Shi of Three Purities Temple, Mo Yu of the academy, and Panwu Qing of the Panwu Clan—three Dao Ancestors!
The three of them activated secret arts, each raising a curtain of light to ward off all the black frost they encountered along the way.
"I wonder where that fellow surnamed Su is hiding. Searching through the Frost Mud Swamp like this makes it all too easy for unforeseen changes to strike."
Panwu Qing frowned. She possessed a bewitchingly beautiful face, skin fairer than snow, and exceptional beauty. In her crystalline jade-like hand, she held a Black Long Blade fully six feet long.
The long blade had been acquired from a trading company opened by the Taihao Clan within the Origin Realm. It could not be considered any particularly formidable treasure.
After all, this was the Origin Realm, where one could not bring in one's natal Dao weapons.
Meanwhile, Song Shi and Mo Yu respectively wielded a Dao sword and a