The Northern Domain Icefield.
Pitch-black night shrouded the boundless icefield, whose ice had never melted since time immemorial. Now the cold pierced straight to the bone, making even Lin Mo, with his Golden Core Second Layer cultivation, shiver involuntarily.
At such low temperatures, even the heaven and earth spiritual energy seemed frozen. The spiritual energy he could sense in the air was exceedingly thin.
Such an environment was no longer fit for cultivators to survive in. Even among the disciples of the Northern Plains Ice Palace, only a handful with special physiques could continue cultivating as usual.
Whoosh!
Standing on his flying sword, Lin Mo swept swiftly over the vast icefield. As he looked down at everything along the way, he could not help feeling secretly alarmed.
Just as during the Blood Sea Tide long ago, corpses lay scattered across the icefield's surface-human cultivators and icefield demon beasts alike. Some were buried under snow, while others remained exposed.
The largest demon beast corpses reached hundreds of zhang in height. Together with the human cultivators' remains, they had all been frozen by the bitter cold, preserving the forms they had held in life.
It was easy to imagine.
Eternal Night brought far more than changes to the heaven and earth spiritual energy. The accompanying plunge in temperature had all but turned this place into a realm of certain death!
Hum...
At the center of his dantian, the jianmu sapling trembled slightly. A warm current flowed out, swiftly nourishing Lin Mo's limbs and every bone in his body. The discomfort caused by the bitter cold immediately faded.
The warm current also affected Lin Mo's pale blue robes. The layer of frost coating them quickly melted, restoring their flowing grace.
"The Spirit Tortoise Shell Armor and the Nether Crow Feather Robe haven't been