What Qin Fengming had never expected was that, just as he forcefully endured the sea's frigid chill and sank toward the seabed, two Mahayana cultivators were suspended in the air above the place where he had initially fallen into the sea, conversing with astonishment on their faces.
"Brother Jiang, that little fellow has already been in the sea for half an hour. By all rights, his magic power should have been depleted long ago, forcing him back to the surface. How is it that after so long, we still haven't seen any sign of him?"
Elder Chen's eyes shifted as he spoke softly.
He had long known how icy the waters of the Dark Ice Sea were. Once one descended several hundred zhang, a bone-chilling aura would assault the body. Even a Profound Tier cultivator would not dare remain for long amid such cold.
Yet they were certain that the young cultivator would never have stayed only a hundred zhang beneath the surface.
With the power of their divine senses, the area within a radius of more than a hundred thousand li around them, as well as the depths four or five hundred zhang beneath the surface, all lay within their perception.
Several hundred zhang beneath the surface, the cold was already enough to threaten a Profound Tier cultivator.
That young cultivator was merely in the early Spirit Severing stage. Even if he had an exceptional tolerance for cold, remaining several hundred zhang deep for half an hour would inevitably exhaust his magic power, forcing him to return to the surface.
And while they were in the sea, the two of them could be certain that no one could travel more than a hundred thousand li through the Dark Ice Sea in such a short time.
"This is indeed somewhat