Water churned on either side of the path, radiating extreme cold. The moisture in the air instantly crystallized into ice, drifting down in a flurry.
Zhou Hanyou followed behind and stepped onto the path.
The farther in she went, the more intense the cold became.
It was unlike the cold of the outside world. It seeped deep into her bones, even into her soul.
The Martial Soul inside Zhou Hanyou trembled faintly—not from fear, but excitement...
Like a wanderer returning home, like a fish slipping into water.
Extreme Ice.
The lifelong pursuit of every Ice Attribute Soul Master.
At last, she had seen the path leading to the summit.
At the end of the path stood a plant, crystal clear from top to bottom.
It was about half a person tall, its leaves seemingly carved from crystal, with ice-blue light flowing through their veins.
Eight leaves overlapped in layers, each radiating extreme cold. At the top, they formed a fist-sized bud, its petals tightly closed, as if asleep.
That was the true form of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass.
A 200,000-year cultivation ferocious beast immortal herb, and the ruler of the Ice side of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass came to stand before its true form, then turned to look at Zhou Hanyou.
"Over the past ten thousand years, I've produced quite a few members of my kind."
"I can give you one with a hundred thousand years of cultivation, and help you absorb it..."
"Not only will you gain a Soul Ring and a Soul Bone, but your Ice Attribute can even reach the level of Extreme Ice!"
His voice remained cool, but there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.
"In return, you only need to promise me one thing."