At the very depths of the Ice Abyss, silence and cold enveloped everything. The temperature here was so low that even the air seemed frozen. Yet amid this frozen landscape, he finally discovered the legendary Ice Spirit Grass.
The Ice Spirit Grass was completely translucent, like crystal, and emitted wisps of icy coldness. It grew quietly atop a massive block of ice, as though it were the heart of the Ice Abyss and the soul of this frozen realm.
He cautiously approached the Ice Spirit Grass, his heart filled with reverence and anticipation. To him, this plant was not merely a precious medicinal herb, but the goal he had painstakingly pursued for many years.
However, just as he reached out to pluck the Ice Spirit Grass, a powerful aura suddenly struck from behind. He spun around and saw a massive Ancient Ice Flood Dragon coiled not far away. Its icy gaze was fixed firmly upon him, radiating an indescribable majesty.
The flood dragon was enormous, its entire body covered in thick ice. Every scale glimmered with a chilling light. Its head was like a small mountain, and savage fangs protruded from the corners of its mouth, sending shivers down one's spine.
Facing such a powerful opponent, the little disciple could not help but feel a trace of fear, but he did not retreat. He took a deep breath and tightly gripped the Qiankun Sword in his hand. This sword had been passed down to him by his master and was said to possess boundless power.
The flood dragon let out an angry roar and swept toward the little disciple like a blizzard. The little disciple swiftly dodged to the side and swung his sword at it. Sword shadows flashed, cold light scattered in every direction, and his attacks collided with