More than two months later, North Sea.
The freezing wind was like a blade, carrying biting snow and ice as it tore all things apart.
The temperature here had already dropped below minus fifty degrees—a true forbidden zone for life.
Even though Xuanzhenzi was a Human Immortal, travelling through such an environment gave him the feeling that he could be swallowed by nature at any moment.
After all, against the vast ice fields, he alone seemed far too insignificant.
Of course, feelings were often inaccurate.
With a Human Immortal's vitality, a mere ice field could not bury such an extraordinary lifeform.
Xuanzhenzi did not walk quickly because, as he travelled, he was also calculating his bearings.
The coordinates Liu Guangzheng had given him were based on the stars in the sky and required extensive calculations.
And in such heavy snow, starlight was difficult to see, making those calculations even more troublesome.
Yet in a place like the ice fields, without any landmarks at all, stellar positioning was the only method.
At the same time, the closer he drew to his destination, the more difficult Xuanzhenzi's calculations became. The ice fields were simply too vast. To find someone in such a place, the slightest deviation meant missing by a hair and erring by a thousand miles.
Thus, he travelled especially slowly over this final stretch.
But no matter how slowly he went, there would eventually be a time when he arrived. Two days later, he found the place.
It was a great rift in the ice fields. The ice ravine was likely hundreds of zhang deep, though no one knew how it had formed.
Still, compared to the depths of the sea, such depth was nothing.
Seeing the ice ravine, Xuanzhenzi did not hesitate. He slid straight down along its edge.