After Fang Mo and the others severely wounded Ye Wuming, they did not linger. Following a brief rest, they continued north through the biting wind and sporadic attacks from scattered ice beasts.
Despite the successive battles, the True Man Realm cultivators in the group had suffered few casualties. Instead, they had reaped tremendous benefits, leaving everyone brimming with fighting spirit.
After devouring vast quantities of blood essence from ice-type mutant beasts, especially the traces of primal cold within it, Fang Mo's Vast Sea Ice Flood Dragon talent had become more active than ever.
As he moved swiftly with the group, he immersed most of his awareness in the world around him, closing his eyes to sense it.
The phantom of an ice flood dragon faintly emerged behind him. It seemed to have returned to its ideal hunting ground, joyfully and greedily drawing in every strand of pure ice law permeating heaven and earth.
The refined power of these laws flowed ceaselessly back into Fang Mo's flesh and nascent soul. It not only accelerated his recovery from injuries and exhaustion, but also raised his perception of this frozen domain to an entirely new level.
Gradually, amid the flow of ice energy disrupted by the powerful frozen domain, Fang Mo caught a faint thread.
The cold within this thread formed a network like nerves, converging from every direction toward a single source.
"Found it!"
Delighted, Fang Mo knew he had found his target. He carefully followed the network to investigate its source.
His mind suddenly jolted, and his ice-aligned awareness instantly entered an empty expanse.
There lay a bird of unimaginable size, seemingly carved from the purest profound ice and primordial frost marrow. It rested silently upon the earth, its wings loosely folded and covered in ice-blue feathers as dazzling as a