Xu Yi was focusing his mind, contemplating the words "Mystic Desolation Hall" that had surfaced in his thoughts.
A succession of startled exclamations rang in his ears.
"So cold!"
"It is cold, but the chill feels good. Ah, I..."
"Ahhh, so cold, so cold..."
Everyone couldn't help shivering. Xu Yi withdrew his Fourth-Turn battle suit, and abundant spiritual energy immediately seeped through his skin. His pores stood on end, pricking his skin with waves of pain.
Yet what followed was an indescribable comfort, spreading from all thirty-six thousand pores.
It was a sensation both pleasurable and painful. As time passed, the pleasure faded while the pain intensified.
"Everyone, circulate your blood and energy and resist with your cultivation. Don't let the chill linger. This domineering spiritual energy is unlike what spirit stones contain. You must circulate it carefully, or your bodies may explode."
Everyone hurriedly circulated their cultivation to resist the chill, while Xu Yi began surveying the surroundings. He saw lush green grass, picturesque mountains, and flourishing trees. Every plant stretched out wantonly, blooming in full splendor. That vigorous, upward vitality was impossible to miss.
And yet, in this landscape brimming with life, the most important spark of vitality was absent. Everywhere his divine sense reached, there was only deathly silence, without a single living creature in sight.
But compared with the Yellow Pole Hall, the Mystic Desolation Hall was no longer shrouded in a hazy yellow. Instead, it was bright and expansive.
As his gaze moved from the broad landscape to finer details, Xu Yi noticed that all the vegetation was far more robust than in the Yellow Pole Hall. Every mountain and stone bore the rugged, unadorned beauty of something that had weathered countless years.
He Binji broke the silence. "There's no time to lose, everyone. We've