Under Ye Lin's lightning-fast flight, he reached his destination in only half an hour.
Looking at the boundless ice field before him, Ye Lin stood where he was and fell into thought.
Was this really Xuan Ming Prison?
He had traveled south the entire way, and the direction Yue Qingyi sensed was also south.
Xuan Ming Prison.
If nothing unexpected had happened, then this should be the place.
For a moment, Ye Lin's terrifying divine sense abruptly unfurled, covering the entire sheet of ice in an instant.
After a thorough inspection, Ye Lin found nothing out of the ordinary.
After searching for a while, Ye Lin could only step onto the ice field and walk straight ahead.
The winds here were fierce, slicing in like blades.
But they had no effect on Ye Lin whatsoever.
As he walked, Ye Lin suddenly stopped.
"Xuan Ming Prison—if my guess is correct, it's here."
Ye Lin suddenly raised his foot, then stomped down heavily on the ice.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
A series of crisp sounds rang out. Centered on Ye Lin, countless cracks spread across the ice, rapidly expanding in every direction.
With a tremendous boom, the ice sheet spanning ten thousand miles instantly collapsed, splitting open into a massive chasm.
Ye Lin fell directly into it.
Throughout the fall, Ye Lin made no move at all, simply allowing himself to keep plunging downward.
Massive chunks of ice continually fell around him. The originally frigid temperature was steadily rising instead.
Yet Ye Lin wore a confident smile all along.
He had found the right place. This... was Xuan Ming Prison.
As his descent accelerated, Ye Lin's divine sense spread out in every direction.
His incomparably terrifying divine sense swiftly expanded, taking in everything around him.
A moment later, Ye Lin finally reached the