Elsewhere.
With Venerable Golden Scale keeping the enemy occupied, Jiang Yuechu finally had a chance to deal with the freezing currents inside her.
She quietly withdrew to one side. With a slight stir of her thoughts, an elderly figure appeared before her.
Golden Thread Ancestor had come from an immortal mountain and possessed vast knowledge during his lifetime, so he quickly recognized the source of the freezing currents inside Jiang Yuechu.
As he untangled the freezing currents for the young woman, he began a rambling explanation.
"The Dragon Clan is beloved by heaven and earth, born with the arts of the Great Dao at its command. Each of the Five Lineages has an affinity for a different art."
"Azure dragons govern wood, commanding the forces of growth; crimson dragons belong to fire, wielding flames that burn the heavens; black dragons dwell in the depths, channeling the lightning of the netherworld; yellow dragons uphold earth, anchoring the weight of the eight wildernesses... as for white dragons, they are born in extreme cold and raised in the deep sea, naturally adept at manipulating water and condensing ice."
"The technique that little dragon used just now should be the special art possessed by the West Sea Dragon King of the White Dragon Lineage, called Extreme Cold. Once it strikes, thoughts slow and flesh freezes rigid. Without a means to counter it, escaping through physical endurance alone is extraordinarily difficult."
Jiang Yuechu quietly stretched her limbs. Feeling her control over her body return, she could not help growing more wary.
It was just as she had expected.
These demons and immortals backed by the Heavenly Court had deep reserves and trump cards of their own that were impossible to guard against.
And unlike the Buddhist Sect, which relied on powerful bodies and straightforward attacks...