Inside the room covered with Ice Snow Immortal Mirrors, the scarlet sun, like a ball of fire, slowly disappeared. The snow around them melted, but the ice that had formed the walls and pillars—ice that had remained frozen for ten thousand years—still glittered, without a trace of water.
As the four powerful Dharma Body Masters behind them ventured deeper and vanished from the Immortal Mirror, Chen Zhao's taut nerves finally relaxed. The ice-sculpture-like old man, who had been poised to act, also let out a long breath. Even from a distance, he could feel how terrifying the Dharma Body Masters were. They truly deserved the name Land Immortals—and were perhaps even stronger. He couldn't bring himself to think of fighting them.
If that broad-sleeved expert had attacked from afar just now, none of them would likely have survived!
"I've read of Dharma Bodies in ancient books and understood the difference between Immortal and Mortal, but I never imagined I'd see a Land Immortal with my own eyes today... So there really are people in this world who can climb the Heavenly Ladder to its end and break through the shackles between Immortal and Mortal..." The ice-sculpture-like old man sighed deeply. Even he, the most hidebound of them all, who had been least willing to leave the far north, couldn't help but feel conflicted. He was like a frog at the bottom of a well, never knowing how wondrous and prosperous the world beyond could be. Only now did he understand just how high the heavens were and how vast the earth!
If he'd gone south in his vigorous youth, exchanged pointers with those heaven-blessed geniuses, matched wits and courage with terrifying enemies, and found a chance to seek guidance from a Dharma Body Master, perhaps he too would be a