With his powerful physique and Buddhist Cultivation Method, Ling Tian had finally made it to the bottom of the lake. But he didn't stop there—he sank tens of thousands of zhang into the silt beneath it. Hidden by the Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice, the lake water, and the mud, he stood a much better chance of evading the Outer Realm Cultivators tracking him. He also had a much better chance of escaping the Extreme Ice Plains.
Ling Tian even believed that a cultivator at the Twenty-third Heaven of Near-Saint might not be able to find him down here. And even if they did, they might not be his match in this place. That was especially true after he broke through to the Twenty-second Heaven of Near-Saint. With the terrain in his favor, he might even be able to kill those cultivators at the Twenty-third Heaven of Near-Saint. In other words, even if the Outer Realm Cultivators found him, he wasn't necessarily doomed.
Seeing that Ling Tian had dived so deep yet still kept his mind clear, and could even use the immense pressure to temper himself, Ice Cicada Flower finally believed he could survive here. His flesh creaked under the crushing pressure, and blood seeped from his body, yet he endured. Ice Cicada Flower finally breathed a sigh of relief and admired him all the more. It also had greater confidence that Ling Tian could escape the Extreme Ice Plains.
Not long afterward, Chi Xue and the others, who had taken refuge in Ling Tian's Small World, asked whether he had shaken off all the pursuing Outer Realm Cultivators. This mattered greatly to them. In their eyes, they could only hope to escape the Extreme Ice Plains once they had lost every cultivator on their trail. At that point,