"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
A vast cloud of dense, frigid mist instantly engulfed Li Yan. Even the crimson yang fire within him faltered, and the flames in his dantian sea suddenly stretched out, swaying and darting incessantly.
Li Yan's advancing steps halted, and he immediately stopped where he stood.
The suction of this sinister wind was too powerful. He could already feel his blood and vital energy turning into icy threads inside him, trying to escape through his pores.
I don't know how a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator would fare in this situation, but I'm already struggling to withstand it—and I'm still outside the cave...
At that moment, the tiny golden nascent soul in Li Yan's dantian stood up. As it formed hand seals, his dantian sea grew still more crimson, becoming a world within a blazing furnace.
Even so, it could no longer directly dispel the extreme cold within him as it had before. Fortunately, the cold was stopped after penetrating only an inch or so into his body.
In the blink of an eye, a thick layer of gray ice formed around Li Yan.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Li Yan, who had come to a complete halt, slowly raised his foot again.
Amid a series of cracks, the thick gray ice covering his body began to split and fall away as he moved once more...
Although he resumed advancing, Li Yan now moved like a crawling snail. Each time he lifted a leg and set it down, it took roughly five breaths.
In the distance, the man in the top scholar's red robe saw this, and his eyebrows almost stood on end. He had merged two bodies into one at the cost of another avatar's vital essence, bringing his strength infinitely close to the nascent soul late