At this moment, on a desolate, uninhabited island, beneath a small tree several zhang tall, a dark-faced young cultivator sat cross-legged. Slightly thin in build, he sat there with his eyes half-closed and utterly motionless, like a statue standing in silent stillness.
Several hours later, the dark-faced young cultivator opened his mouth, and a gourd floated out.
Wisps of cold air radiated from the gourd's surface. The dark-faced cultivator flicked a thread of mana at it and softly uttered the word, "Open."
The gourd's mouth opened in response, and a great mass of white mist poured out.
Across the entire island, the once lush and flourishing forest rapidly formed a thick layer of ice under the invasion of the white mist, visible to the naked eye.
The little brown birds perched upon the branches had originally tried to spread their wings and fly away. Yet the instant they were enveloped by the white mist, their blood froze stiff. Still holding the posture of beating their wings, they were sealed in ice.
Though the dark-faced young man was the one casting the spell, he could not help shuddering from the cold.
"What terrifying Yinli Ice Mist!" Lu Xiaotian secretly clicked his tongue in amazement. Without drawing upon the Fanluo Spiritfire within his body to resist it, even he felt his limbs turn icy cold and his movements become sluggish. No wonder that, despite the one-armed Daoist nun's formidable strength and Zhou Qian'er's considerable cultivation, they had been helpless beneath the Yinli Ice Mist's assault. If he had not possessed the Fanluo Spiritfire, even if he could have held out a little longer, his fate likely would not have been any better than theirs. Sooner or later, he would have been frozen to death by this Yinli Ice Mist.
Eh? Lu Xiaotian