Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!! Four streaks of escape light hurtled at breathtaking speed through a world of whiteout wind and snow...
Rings of purple-gold lightning arcs swirled around Ye Han, warding off the terrifying, biting winds of the Far Northern Lands.
Even with his cultivation, he had to protect himself with treasured armor upon reaching the Far Northern Lands to withstand the peculiar chilling qi here.
Ah, if I could cultivate and seek enlightenment here for a few hundred years, perhaps I could comprehend more of the power of the frost law.
Unfortunately, they were only passing through.
Ye Han now felt rather like a duck forced onto a perch. Even if he wanted to stay away, he could no longer do so.
Saint As and Teacher Lan Qing had both lost enormous amounts of their lifespan. If they could not continue advancing their cultivation and ascend to the Upper Realm, their only option was to find a Water Spirit Coffin and lie inside it, awaiting a fortuitous opportunity.
Wuxie Scholar also felt that, now that Ye Han had obtained the nine ink dragons of the Ten-Thousand-Year Nine-Dragon Wall, this was a good opportunity to open Nine Dragons Locking the Sky.
The so-called Nine Dragons Locking the Sky was something Teacher Lan Qing and the others had told Ye Han about. Countless tens of thousands of years ago, in ancient times, when the Ancient Human Ancestors were still immensely powerful, a war had erupted between the races. Outnumbered and beset by numerous other difficulties, the Ancient Human Race had been defeated...
Their branch of the Ancient Human Race's bloodline had remained in the Earth Realm. To preserve that bloodline, several supreme cultivators among the Ancient Human Ancestors had unleashed unparalleled divine abilities, laying down an eternal restriction that sealed and