Qin Fengming had truly entered the Cultivation World less than eight hundred years ago, roughly speaking.
Yet the dangers he had experienced—dangers that threatened his life—were not much inferior to those faced by a Divine Connection cultivator from the Spirit Realm. They might even have surpassed them.
Faced with such a perilous situation, Qin Fengming had not lost even the slightest desire to resist.
As the towering mountain peak crashed down with savage force, from top to bottom, the thick, tough ice layer—over a hundred zhang deep—instantly let out a deafening roar.
Massive chunks of ice flew in every direction, and a huge pit several hundred zhang across appeared on the ice surface.
The ice here was incredibly tough, even several times stronger than refined iron. Yet under the full-force impact of the huge Divine Machine Mansion, which stood a hundred zhang tall, a one- or two-zhang-deep ice pit had still been blasted open.
Seeing this, Qin Fengming's heart loosened considerably, and he stirred his divine sense. The towering Divine Machine Mansion rose into the air once more.
After Qin Fengming's internal magic power had once again been completely depleted and he had battered the ice forty or fifty times, the huge Divine Machine Mansion finally crashed down amid a thunderous boom into the pitch-black seawater below.
Qin Fengming was a clever man, and of course he knew that the bone-chilling cold on the ice surface could not be completely transmitted into the seawater beneath the massive ice layer.
As long as he could enter beneath the ice, he would no longer suffer the invasion of that intense cold.
He released his spiritual sense and rapidly swept it across the surroundings. Only after a moment did his expression fully relax.
Although the seawater beneath the ice was free of that