"Daoist, you are absolutely right. Next, let us get to the main matter."
The female cultivator in white did not grow angry. Her clear, ethereal voice rang out as she lightly swept her sleeve.
A vast surge of True Yuan rippled outward.
In the blink of an eye, several hundred enormous formation seals appeared in the skies within a hundred-mile radius.
The formation seals spun in midair, swiftly filling with hazy, swirling mist.
In mere moments, the churning mist condensed before everyone into massive blocks of solid ice.
Upon the smooth surfaces of the ice, identical images appeared one after another.
"Hmm? The scene displayed by this formation seems to be... the mountainside of the towering peak before us?"
"Hmph, it is merely a cave halfway up the mountain. What is there to see?"
"No... no, that is not an ordinary cave. It is an ice cave."
"So what if it is an ice cave? In the Cultivation World, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator could use formations or ice-element techniques to create an ice cave in the mountains. This Sacred Spirit Cult is being all mysterious again—what trick are they playing now?"
"Daoist, you are mistaken. This is no ordinary ice cave. If I am not wrong, the solid ice within it is the rare Thousand Year Profound Ice of the Cultivation World. The cold air gathered within the cave is Thousand Year Cold Air."
"What? Thousand Year Profound Ice and Thousand Year Cold Air? Is what you say true?"
"There can be no mistake. I happened upon a wondrous method that requires Thousand Year Cold Air to refine an ice-element Magical Treasure."
"To find Thousand Year Profound Ice, I traveled across more than half of Muyun Prefecture and searched bitterly for thirty years. How could I possibly mistake it?