"Turn around."
Zhou Xuan repeated himself.
Though Yang Mie was full of questions, he did not hesitate. He immediately steered Apocalypse around and withdrew from the area above the Ice Abyss.
The flying boat retreated fifty li and stopped at the edge of the Cold Tide Zone.
Zhou Xuan sat at the Control Panel, eyes closed as he processed the information the Supreme One Divine Eye had just captured.
Little Stone stood beside him, not daring to speak.
Yang Mie held out for half an incense stick's time before he finally lost patience.
"City Lord Zhou, what exactly is going on? If that thing isn't a demonic beast, why is it releasing a Cold Tide? Why did it attack the Old Ancestor?"
Zhou Xuan opened his eyes.
"Come here."
Yang Mie took two steps closer.
"Circulate your cultivation technique. Push the spiritual energy in your body to its limit."
Yang Mie did not understand, but he complied. His Nascent Soul Late Stage spiritual energy circulated through his meridians, and a pale golden glow rose from his body.
"Now feel this." Zhou Xuan took a fragment from his sleeve.
It was a piece of Ice Crystal that had flaked off the shield when Apocalypse passed over the Ice Abyss. Zhou Xuan had casually collected it.
The instant the Ice Crystal was placed in his palm, Yang Mie's entire body jolted.
"This..."
Yang Mie's expression changed.
The spiritual energy inside him churned violently, resonating directly with it.
"What do you feel?" Zhou Xuan asked.
Yang Mie gripped the Ice Crystal, his fingers whitening and veins bulging on his forehead.
It took him several breaths to suppress the surging spiritual energy within him. When he looked up at Zhou Xuan, his eyes were wide.
"My Cultivation Method... is reacting to this thing."
"What