Yao Ming

The moment their feet touched the ground by the Yellow Spring Lake, the bone-piercing chill surged severalfold, seeping through the gaps in their clothes and into their flesh. Even the Dou Qi coursing through their bodies seemed to slow, while only a faint silver radiance of space lingered around Xiao Ling, keeping the frigid energy at bay as his expression remained calm.

Upon reaching the shore, Xiao Ling focused and sensed the area for a moment. Then he bent down, lowered his arm, and slowly extended his palm into the Nine Nether Yellow Spring.

The instant his hand touched the water, a clear, icy chill spread from his palm. Deep-yellow ice crystals visible to the naked eye formed in an instant and crawled up from his hand toward his forearm, only to stop completely upon reaching the faint silver glow of space surrounding him.

After quietly sensing the unique cold aura in his palm, Xiao Ling calmly withdrew his hand. With a slight flick of his wrist, the ice crystals clinging to it shattered into powder.

"This cold power is likely enough to contend somewhat with the lower-ranked Exotic Flames. Even the Nine Nether Underworld Python Clan would probably find it difficult to remain here for long. The Nine Nether Yellow Spring truly is extraordinary."

His eyes narrowed slightly, his voice even and unruffled. "Though I entered the Dou Sheng realm long ago, and resistance to heat and cold has long been ordinary to me, I can still glimpse some of the mysteries of ancient yin-cold here. That is rather rare."

From beginning to end, he had not activated his Exotic Flame for protection. He had merely tested it with his body on a whim. Even so, it was enough to show just how vast and powerful the frigid energy