Firewood for Achieving Supremacy!

At the border of Yunze Continent, Northern Cang Cold Palace.

Within the Supreme Hall, the snow-robed young man held a scroll in his hands. He appeared to be studying the final stages of perfecting this Cold Palace technique, but his thoughts had long since drifted elsewhere.

He was waiting for news of a great victory.

At the same time, he repeatedly envisioned every possibility of joining hands with White Jade Fox Venerable and leaving this bitterly cold land after she swallowed that human-shaped precious medicine and her Dao wounds eased somewhat.

The persistence and anticipation accumulated over tens of thousands of years had nearly solidified into tangible warmth, driving away the chill within the hall.

Yet that tranquility was abruptly shattered.

"Palace Master! Palace Master! Something terrible has happened!"

A young cultivator dressed in the robes of a Cold Palace disciple, whose cultivation was merely at the initial stage of the Dao Evolution Realm, stumbled and crawled into the hall. Frozen terror covered his face, and he could barely speak clearly.

"The two Elders... they... they...!"

The scroll in the snow-robed young man's hand suddenly trembled. Then, at last, he slowly raised his gaze and quietly looked toward the Soul Lamp-keeping disciple, who was nearly collapsed below him.

"Explain yourself."

The air within the hall seemed to grow a thousand times heavier in an instant, and the invisible pressure made sweetness surge into the disciple's throat!

The young man's voice was rather low, with little joy or anger discernible within it. "What happened?"

The Soul Lamp-keeping disciple trembled violently from head to toe. Enduring the terror of his soul nearly splitting apart, he rasped:

"D-Dead! They're all dead! Elder Ice Ridge, Elder Ice Wanderer... even the Soul Lamps they left in the hall have gone out!!"

"After repeatedly verifying it,