Lu Xiaotian was not discouraged. He was not a cultivator of ice-type techniques; it was only thanks to the inclusiveness of the Primordial Unity Scripture that he was not overly repelled by this ice spirit treasure. Even those ice-type cultivators might not have an easy time refining an ice spirit treasure, let alone him.
Though the mana that had entered the blood cocoon was scant, Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit was already a cut above that of ordinary great cultivators at the True Intent stage. What would last them several days could, with his secondary Primordial Spirits taking turns to rest, allow him to fuse with the spiritual power released by the ice spirit treasure almost without pause.
Outside the gorge, spring passed and autumn came. Only this gorge had remained locked in winter ever since Lu Xiaotian entered it. The moisture in the mountain air turned into flying snow as it passed through the gorge, and by now, most of the accumulated snow in the gorge was more than a person deep. Only the area beneath the old pine where Lu Xiaotian was located remained as usual, regularly cleared by Luo Ping'er and Xiang Qingcheng.
Xiang Qingcheng and Luo Ping'er had imitated mountain woodcutters and used bamboo chopped nearby to build an elegant snow hut in the gorge. Every day, apart from their usual meditation and cultivation, they watched Lu Xiaotian from the snow hut, hundreds of zhang away, frozen together with the Azure Spear inside a gigantic ball of ice. They recalled the places they had visited with Lu Xiaotian and listened to him recount some of his past experiences, finding it rather interesting. The only pity was that the storyteller had already remained inside the ice sculpture for several years without saying a word.
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