An Encounter with the Ice and Snow Palace

Mystic Ice Cave was deep.

The eight descended all the way down. Only after reaching several thousand zhang did their feet finally touch the ground.

As they descended,

the temperature kept changing, growing lower and lower.

Apart from Chen Changming, the others had all activated fire-element treasures to shield themselves and ward off the cold.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, aren't you cold?"

Pang Xiuran asked with a cheerful grin.

"I don't really feel anything." Chen Changming shook his head.

The others cast strange looks his way—some envious, some shocked, and others jealous...

This cold was nothing compared to the Great Ice Art.

Chen Changming looked around and saw that they were now on a flat expanse. The space around them was vast, with many tunnels stretching into the depths, each sending out gusts of cold wind.

The wind was even colder.

It was bone-chilling, icy cold.

The other seven were now enveloped in a layer of firelight, but even the flames flickered slightly when the cold wind blew over them.

"Let's go!"

After taking a deep breath, Yu Donglai entered one of the tunnels.

The newly discovered Mystic Ice Cave was riddled with tunnels in every direction, so there was no particular pattern to them. Whether they found Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow was entirely a matter of luck.

So they simply chose whichever tunnel looked promising and went inside.

The seven followed behind him.

At that moment, everyone except Chen Changming was ready for battle.

That was because the Mystic Ice Cave was full of dangers.

There were not only terrifying Ice Whirlwinds, but also Ice Wraiths and Demonized Ice Beasts. If they were unlucky, they might even encounter dreadful Spatial Rifts or an Ice Cave Storm.

Spatial Rifts were manageable; they could escape by paying a price. But once an Ice