But this light.
Was cold—so very cold.
An incomparably icy chill rushed toward him, cold enough to freeze a Divine Mansion cultivator into an ice sculpture.
Li Xinge looked up.
He saw that the four walls of the abyss were coated in a thick layer of ice crystals.
The chill was emitted by these ice crystals.
At the very bottom of the abyss stood a colossal pillar that propped up the heavens, running from the depths all the way to heights beyond sight.
Coiled around the pillar was an ancient azure dragon as massive as a mountain range.
It was too enormous.
When Li Xinge raised his head, he could only see a section of its dragon body wound around the pillar.
Those dragon scales that should have shone brilliantly.
Had fallen away in great swathes.
Beneath the missing scales lay blackened, festering flesh.
That flesh was still slowly writhing and rotting.
Only to be forcibly frozen by the terrifying cold.
A dense aura of death and the stench of decay.
Filled this frigid abyss.
Nine thick chains of Ninefold Nether Cold Iron stretched out from all sides of the abyss walls, piercing the dragon's body and locking it firmly against the colossal pillar.
Every time the chains trembled, a sinister chill surged along them and into that enormous dragon body.
Li Xinge's eyes narrowed slightly.
At a glance, he saw that these chains were not meant to imprison the Dragon King.
They were being used by the Dragon King to suppress the injuries within his own body.
Leaning on his cane, Turtle Chancellor passed Li Xinge and bent at the waist.
In an utterly respectful tone, he said, "Dragon King, the man has been brought."
Within the abyss.
The Dragon King's eyelids twitched.
One enormous dragon eye slowly opened.