Ordinary Mahayana cultivators would probably struggle to keep their composure beneath these silvery-white, eerie winds. Lu Xiaotian couldn't help worrying a little more about Xiang Qingcheng and the others. But then he thought it over: though Xiang Qingcheng, Dongfang Yi, and the others were not as strong as he was, working together in this strange, unpredictable space, they might still have enough strength to protect themselves.
Besides, there was Kong'e. If they faced a serious enough threat, they could naturally set aside their old grievances for the time being. And before they were swept into the spatial vortex, they had already realized that this battle had been secretly instigated by Kongming, the incarnation of the Primordial Sword Demon. Every grievance had its source, every debt its debtor. Even if eminent Buddhist monks had fallen at the hands of Lu Xiaotian and the others, the hatred between the two sides would naturally have faded somewhat.
The silvery-white, eerie wind battered Lu Xiaotian's body, bringing with it a faint stinging sensation like needles pricking his skin. Only after circulating his magical power did he dispel the strange feeling.
He continued feeling his way through this strange space. He had no idea how long he had walked beneath the silvery-white, eerie winds when, after passing through a stretch of calm, a fierce, bone-chilling cold suddenly swept over him. Caught off guard, Lu Xiaotian broke out in gooseflesh.
"Deep Ravine Profound Ice!" Lu Xiaotian's eyelid twitched. This space really was hiding danger everywhere. It only strengthened his resolve to find Xiang Qingcheng, Dongfang Yi, and the others as soon as possible.
Braving the bone-piercing cold that could trouble even Mahayana cultivators, Lu Xiaotian continued onward. Time flowed on, day and night without pause. In this strange space, there was no distinction between day and