The wind above was as sharp as saber qi. As dusk fell, the gale overhead grew increasingly bitter and fierce. Even Lu Xiaotian found that flying through the air for an extended period consumed a considerable amount of spiritual power. Worse, the frigid cold kept invading his body in waves. His physical body had already reached the Ninth Tier, yet he still could not help shivering.
It seemed the dangers here lay far beyond the threat posed by the demon beasts outside. This brutal cold was also a great enemy to cultivators. Fortunately, the two ghost cultivators, Xiao Sanniang and Ge Changting, had not followed him. Otherwise, unless they were demon beasts already accustomed to the frigid climate here, they would likely have found it extremely difficult to take even a single step in such a place.
The deeper the night grew, the sharper the howling wind became. It sounded as though countless vengeful ghosts were roaring.
Lu Xiaotian circulated the Fanluo Spiritfire within him, and the chill around his body dispersed.
"Looks like possessing the Fanluo Spiritfire really does come with plenty of benefits." As night gradually descended, even Lu Xiaotian could see no farther than a few miles with the naked eye. For someone who had once been able to see dozens of miles at a glance, it was more than a little difficult to get used to.
"For now, I'd better find somewhere to settle down. Once dawn breaks, there should be fewer demon beasts active outside. I'll search for Luo Qian and the others tomorrow." Lu Xiaotian watched the sky darken as the shrill cries of demon beasts rang out amid the bitter wind. He stroked his chin and pondered for a while. After looking around, he spotted a raised mound of ice and immediately summoned