Xiao Wujiu gazed at the Ancestral Ice Talisman. The spiritual power of an Immortal Mansion Master at the Mahayana Stage began to approach it. To refine the Ancestral Talisman, he needed to pour his spiritual power into it.
While the Ancestral Talisman represented immense power, it also came with the danger of near-certain death. Refining an Ancestral Talisman required linking one's spirit and touching the realm of the soul. To him, this refinement was a choice where success meant life and failure meant death.
"But I don't believe my steps will end here." His gaze remained fixed on the Ancestral Ice Talisman. Feeling the chill radiating from it, his bloodless frozen lips curled into a smile.
Then, his spiritual power plunged into the Ancestral Ice Talisman, and his consciousness detached along with it. His body stiffened, and just as it was about to fall, light flickered at his brow. The Yongzhen Array flew out and shielded Xiao Wujiu within it, barely resisting the ceaseless power of ice and snow emanating from the Ancestral Ice Talisman.
Everything around him—space, time—seemed to freeze at that moment. All fell silent. Only the Ancestral Ice Talisman and the Yongzhen Array glimmered faintly amid the endless wind and snow.
Cold, an absolute cold!
After Xiao Wujiu's consciousness spun wildly, the first thing that reached him was that ultimate chill, spreading through every inch of his body from his skin.
When he slowly opened his eyes, all he saw was endless white. He stood alone amid this vast snowy expanse. Everything around him had vanished, leaving only boundless ice and snow.
"Is this the trial of the Ancestral Ice Talisman?"
He raised his hand and felt his unprecedentedly frail body, panic rising in his heart.
His cultivation, his physical body, his soul—every foundation of his