The temperature in the room gradually dropped. Layer upon layer of mist spread into every corner, and tiny ice crystals slowly appeared on the surfaces of the furnishings, eventually forming a thin coating of ice.
The thin ice rapidly hardened. What had initially shattered with a single tap soon became a solid, opaque layer.
The temperature in the room was now extremely low. When Jiang Yue saw signs of cold air seeping out through the gap beneath the door, he immediately summoned his Passionate Sword martial soul. His sixth soul ring, a red hundred thousand year soul ring, flashed at once, and a ripple abruptly appeared in the air.
That ripple did not distort the icy mist. It did not even seem tangible, as though it were merely a little prank the eyes had played on the brain. Yet every opening that was not completely sealed—the gaps around the door, the windows, and everywhere else—seemed to have been blocked off by an invisible barrier.
Not a trace of icy mist could seep outside. All of it was confined within the room, and the consequence was simple: Jiang Yue's room was now completely ruined. Even if Meng Hongchen's martial soul successfully evolved, clearing away all this ice would take a long time before anyone could live here again.
Moreover, with the icy mist unable to escape, the temperature in the room was falling at an incredible rate. Only after it reached a certain critical point did the drop begin to slow.
That barrier was probably the gulf between an ordinary ice martial soul and true ultimate ice. The difference might have seemed tiny, but in reality, they were as far apart as heaven and earth.
Across ten thousand years of the Douluo Continent's history, only three people had possessed martial souls