Ning Xiang and Yu Tingchao had been missing for two full days.
Ning Pingzhang and his wife, Su Lang, Zhu Yu, and Mingyuan searched like madmen. Yu Zhengrong mobilized the cultivators of the Eastern Sea and practically turned the Twelve Islands upside down, yet they still failed to find Ning Xiang and Yu Tingchao.
Yu Tingchao's and Ning Xiang's soul lamps were still lit, proving they were alive.
But where had they gone?
With Soul-Rending, Mingyuan blasted a rift into the place where Ning Xiang and Yu Tingchao had vanished. Its depths were unfathomable. He flew down and continued digging, but even after hours of excavation, all he found below was bone-piercing cold and the sound of rushing water, roaring like a furious lion as it surged endlessly onward.
Everyone's heart pounded with fear.
Yu Zhengrong scoured every sea chart and geographical record of the Eastern Sea, but he could not find a map of this place.
Su Lang, Mingyuan, Zhu Yu, and the others personally dived beneath the water. Yet the farther down they swam, the more anxious and uneasy they became. Countless tributaries lay below, their currents fierce and their channels tangled. Worse still, the water was bitterly cold, steeped in a sinister chill.
Immersed in water this icy, the young girl would surely suffer frostbite.
None of them dared stop. They split up to search for Ning Xiang. The icy water chilled them to the bone; even with cultivation as advanced as Zhu Yu's and Mingyuan's, their meridians began to freeze stiff after too long in the water.
In just two days, Su Lang had grown visibly thinner. His legs were nearly numb from the cold. In the end, Mingyuan dragged him ashore and summoned the Netherworld Flame to drive the chill from his body.
Su Lang