Grabbing Chen Shichong, Mu Bai adjusted his posture and summoned the Divine Crow Soul Spirit. It spread its wings to carry them both, but they continued falling for a long time before barely checking their plunge.
"We might as well explore the bottom of this abyss!"
They were falling so fast that merely keeping the fierce cold from invading his body was already difficult. Even the summoned Divine Crow Soul Spirit had lost its agility; whether he wanted to visit the bottom or not, he had no choice.
As the Divine Crow Soul Spirit spread its wings and slowed their descent, Mu Bai pressed his palm against Chen Shichong and poured dense Soul Power into his body to resist the encroaching cold. Mu Bai swallowed two Soul-Returning Pills himself and controlled the Divine Crow, finally managing to descend toward the bottom at a slightly slower pace.
Mu Bai knew Chen Shichong must have fallen into an illusion, so he did not rush to wake him. Passing through an illusion was itself a fortunate opportunity, a good means of cutting down one's inner demons-just as Mu Bai had fought desperately within his illusion to slay his tribe's enemy with his own hands!
After descending slowly for nearly two hours, Mu Bai finally reached the bottom of the Ice Abyss atop the Divine Crow.
Strangely enough, the bottom was not bitterly cold like the heights above. Instead, threads of warmth brought a gentle heat. There was no wind at the bottom, and dense mist, almost solid, obscured their surroundings.
But Mu Bai possessed abundant mental energy and powerful Divine Sense, allowing him to probe through it. Along the foot of the sheer cliff, water from an underground vein flowed slowly, giving off scalding steam. The steam rose and met the ancient ice,