Time slipped quietly through the gaps between his fingers. At that moment, the world where Lu Xiaotian stood was filled with howling night winds, and the land beneath his feet stretched into an endless glacier.
Fine snowflakes kept drifting down from above, landing on the glacier beneath his feet and on Lu Xiaotian's black robe. Before he knew it, his black robe had also been covered in the pure white of snow. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow past, shaking his lapels and sending quite a bit of snow tumbling down.
Lu Xiaotian hovered in the air like a statue. No one knew how much time had passed before he suddenly opened his eyes. His body rose and fell, swayed left and right, and advanced with extreme slowness, wriggling like a snail. After an hour, he had moved barely a dozen yards. Despite the howling cold wind, a thin sheen of sweat had appeared on Lu Xiaotian's forehead.
After a long while, Lu Xiaotian's body once again froze motionless. With a solemn expression, he stepped to the left. Suddenly, amid the fluttering snowflakes, several cold beams drifted toward him.
Lu Xiaotian was badly startled and hurriedly retreated, unwilling to clash with them head-on. Sword rays flashed all around him. If those sword rays struck solidly, given Lu Xiaotian's current cultivation, he probably could not withstand more than a few of them.
After much difficulty, he retreated to roughly his original position, and those soul-stirring sword flashes finally subsided. In truth, it was not entirely the original position but one slightly offset from it. Lu Xiaotian had deduced that the array restriction here was exceptionally formidable. A place that had been safe before might not necessarily remain safe after some time. Thus, even if he stood still, places that had