The primordial world was boundless. In its northern reaches, there was little land and vast stretches of ocean. The seawater was black, and this region was called the Northern Abyss.
Black reefs jutted out of the sea, some long, some short, some large, some small. They were scattered densely across the North Nether Sea, like stars strewn across the sky. A breeze carried a bone-piercing chill and a lifeless, deathly aura that made one deeply uncomfortable.
The spiritual energy in the North Nether Sea was extremely turbulent. Countless divine winds of Heaven and Earth swept across its surface year-round. The Samadhi Divine Wind, Heavenly Wind, and Yin Wind howled, forming tornadoes of terrifying force.
Some of these winds damaged the body, weakening the tendons and bones and tearing at flesh. Others directly destroyed the primordial spirit, scattered the soul, and obliterated consciousness.
Hongjun strolled amid these divine winds of Heaven and Earth, a green lotus floating beneath his feet as a hazy green radiance surrounded him, holding back the howling gales. The farther north he went, the more bitterly cold it became. Even the wildly raging divine winds of Heaven and Earth dared not venture farther.
The sea was so cold that wisps of white vapor rose from it, yet it did not freeze. The waves surged with the wind, constantly washing against the icebergs that rose abruptly from the sea. Fractured chunks of ice broke off the mountainsides and fell into the water, melting into streams. Strangely, however, the icebergs would gather the white vapor above the sea and return to their original state.
Hongjun fixed his gaze on the iceberg before him. The Flat Staff in his hand became a blur as he struck at it.
The Flat Staff slammed into the iceberg, and with a crash, a