Bewildering Sand Realm.
Inside a cave.
Cheng Han suddenly had a dream.
He dreamed that he seemed to have entered the Great Sand Ant's dream.
Not its second dream—the dream of drifting across the Ice Sea.
But its first dream, trudging beside an Ice River.
However.
What was in Cheng Han's dream was slightly different from the Great Sand Ant's.
Sharp Ice Spikes fell rapidly from the sky like snowflakes, accompanied by whooshing sounds.
The scene vividly illustrated what it meant for knives to rain from the sky.
"Crash~"
The waters of the Ice River surged continuously.
Floating ice on the river collided with one another, producing banging sounds.
Cheng Han walked alone, slowly making his way along the riverbank.
Ice Spikes fell like raindrops, plunging into the snow and forming a dense field.
A few breaths later.
The Ice Spikes disappeared for no apparent reason.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
New Ice Spikes fell again.
The cycle repeated itself endlessly.
Yet not a single Ice Spike struck Cheng Han.
Most bizarrely, Cheng Han himself did not notice this anomaly in the slightest.
He merely looked dazed, taking extremely mechanical steps as he trudged forward along the riverbank.
No one knew how much time passed.
Perhaps several days.
Perhaps only a moment.
Cheng Han's steps suddenly stopped.
Crack!
Crack!
The sound of ice breaking suddenly came from beneath his feet.
Startled, Cheng Han intended to ride the wind into the air.
Instead.
For some reason.
He had inexplicably lost his extraordinary powers.
Cheng Han could only watch helplessly as the ice cracked open and he fell into the bone-chilling river water.
He struggled with all his strength for a while before sinking beneath the surface.
Just then.
He saw with absolute clarity a shadow appear in the depths of the water.
And that