Chu Youwei and Lin Xiaowan kept the cold at bay with spiritual energy the entire way, finally bringing Lu Feng safely underground.
The space below was far larger than they had sensed. Bright moonlight poured down through countless cracks and the huge hole the Icy Three-Headed Flood Dragon had blasted through earlier, filling the surroundings with hazy veils of misty light. The bone-piercing cold seeping through those shafts of light seemed almost tangible, making the moonlight itself materialize before their eyes with an indescribably desolate beauty.
Relying on that dim halo, Chu Youwei and Lin Xiaowan gazed into the distance.
The area where they stood was a stretch of stone bank foundation beside the Underground River. The flat blue-black stones were somewhat damp, and the ground was covered in a layer of frost, making it quite slippery.
Irregular ice walls rose on both sides of the stone bank, glinting with blue-white cold light beneath the moon. They looked as though they had been piled up from ice layers accumulated over endless ages. Ice cones of varying lengths hung all over the walls, radiating a sharp, chilling edge.
Looking out, they could vaguely make out many scattered stones standing here and there along the long, winding stone bank. They were covered in moss and a layer of frost.
The Underground River itself was not very wide, merely two or three meters across. A thin sheet of ice covered the water near the banks, while the rest flowed normally, so steadily that one could barely tell it was moving without looking closely. Even the sound of the current was unusually muffled.
Before Chu Youwei and Lin Xiaowan even approached the Underground River, they had already sensed a rich concentration of spiritual energy within its waters.
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