Immortal Stone

In the Snowy Region, ice sealed a thousand miles and cold froze ten thousand more. When still, one could hear a needle drop; when moving, even heaven and earth shaking could not be heard.

Within a mountain hollow, the air trembled slightly, and a figure appeared—it was Ye Tian after using the Swift Character Art.

Better a dead fellow Daoist than a dead poor Daoist.

Ye Tian reached behind him and touched his back. The faint residual warmth made his heart jolt violently. He swiftly stripped off his clothes, and with a hiss, reduced the garments he had worn before to flying ash.

At the same time, he calmed his mind and gathered his senses, withdrawing his divine sense inward to inspect his body piece by piece.

Three breaths later, Ye Tian's brows knitted tightly. Not only did he not leave, he instead sat down cross-legged and recalled all the divine sense he had spread across dozens of miles.

His divine sense then poured forth like a waterfall, azure light swirling around it. A phantom of divine sense emerged from between his brows and enveloped Ye Tian. His entire body was holy white like jade, like an exiled immortal descending into the mortal world.

Had an outsider been present and witnessed the strength of Ye Tian's divine sense, their jaw would surely have dropped.

Divine sense like jade was the mark of the peak Deity Transformation Stage. With only one foot at the threshold, one could ascend another level.

Yet Ye Tian was different. His divine sense was unprecedentedly powerful, but his actual strength had only barely reached the mid stage of Deity Transformation. This was also why the bald old man had pursued Ye Tian so relentlessly.

Ye Tian had always been cautious by nature. Although he had barely