The kings of every faction were locked in a stalemate, while the main forces of the Star Demon Barbarians and the human race continued setting up camp not far from the Ice Emperor Palace, unaffected by events here.
Before this, six Frost Cities had already arrived. The human race and the Star Demon Barbarians occupied seventh and eighth place respectively. Once the gates of the Ice Emperor Palace opened, anyone wishing to enter first would have to challenge the Ice Clan of the first three Frost Cities in the Contest for Entry into the Ice Palace.
At the foot of Ice Palace Mountain, Fang Yun kept his hand pressed against the mountainside, his body trembling slightly. Everyone could sense his aura growing weaker and weaker, which also meant his physical condition was deteriorating.
At first, Fang Yun's aura had felt no weaker than any Great Scholar's, like the roaring blaze at a bonfire feast, enough to warm hundreds of people. After just a quarter of an hour, his aura was only comparable to that of a seventy- or eighty-year-old Hanlin Academician, like an ordinary torch.
Another quarter of an hour passed, and Fang Yun's aura actually became like a candle flame in the wind, flickering unsteadily.
The human Grand Academicians and Great Scholars were almost frantic with anxiety, but at a time like this, they dared act rashly even less. If they disturbed Fang Yun and caused an accident, a hundred deaths would not redeem their crime.
Yet none of them could possibly stand by and watch the human race's Void Sage slowly weaken like this until he died.
Grand Academician Xun Pingyang had a flash of inspiration. Seated atop Walking the Blue Clouds, he took an old book from his Lake-Containing Shell. Its cover bore no words, and its