Then Old Zhang could follow him—their master and disciple could leave Phoenix City and head for the legendary Divine Continent Immortal Realm.
In the night sky, the snowy moon shone quietly.
Moonlight fell on the frozen hot spring, on Wang Xian frozen within it, and on the frozen mountain forest all around.
The ice reflected the moonlight, glimmering with a cool radiance. It was like countless mirrors, reflecting the world around them.
Wang Xian was frozen in the hot spring, frozen in the ice, frozen in this night. His eyes were shut tight, his expression calm, his breathing still, as though he had fallen into an eternal slumber.
But inside him, deep in his Divine Sea, countless changes were taking place.
The Coiling Dragon Divine Sword floated quietly, radiating a fierce Sword Qi as it waited for him to awaken it.
The scroll of the Heavenly Book floated quietly, giving off a faint glow as it waited for him to open it.
And those demonic markings—those strange, dangerous, terrifying markings—were slowly spreading, slowly expanding, slowly eroding the depths of his Divine Soul.
They were like some kind of living thing, taking root in his Divine Soul, growing, spreading...
They were binding themselves ever more closely to him, until they would ultimately become a part of him.
Beneath the moonlight, Wang Xian stood quietly in the frozen hot spring.
He didn't know what he would become after this night.
He didn't know where this transformation would take him.
He didn't know what those demonic markings would eventually erode him into. He only knew that, in this moment, he was alive. He was still alive. He was alive yet.
That was enough.
The night wind swept past, stirring up a few scraps of snow that fell onto the frozen hot spring. Snow