Yang Xing nodded in reply.
"That's right. Your martial soul is now an Eight-Winged Angel, naturally suited to soul rings from holy or light-type soul beasts that embody purity and sanctity. You also just gained immunity to extreme cold through the octagonal mysterious ice grass and infernal delicate apricot. So, after counting on my fingers, your master has divined that there's an ice-type soul beast here with a fire attribute that's just right for you."
Qian Renxue listened attentively, nodding again and again.
"You decide, Master. Xue'er has no objections."
Yang Xing said nothing more, turning his calm gaze toward the depths of the icy lake.
Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
"It's here."
Qian Renxue instinctively looked toward the lake.
At first, there was nothing.
Then she saw a ring of ripples appear in the center of the water.
The ripples spread outward from a single point, growing larger and faster.
The mirror-smooth lake, which had lain tranquil for countless years, began to churn. Wave after wave rolled outward from its center, as though something were stirring the water from below.
The ripples became waves.
The waves became surges.
The surges became towering breakers.
In just a few breaths, the entire icy lake boiled into motion. Azure water rolled and crashed against the shore, throwing up spray dozens of feet high.
Then.
An immense figure burst from the center of the lake, blotting out the daylight.
Qian Renxue tilted her head back, her pupils contracting sharply.
It was a gigantic flying serpent of absurd proportions.
Its outstretched wings spanned over ten meters, their translucent membranes covered in frost-blue patterns, with icicles hanging from their tips without falling.
An ice-crystal crown grew atop its half-dragon, half-serpent head, clear as sapphire.
Its trailing blue ice-crystal tail connected all the