Dong Fuyi had once said that most of what he encountered here were spirits of ice and snow, though there were also a few Demon Beasts.
Under the extreme laws governing this place, however, Demon Beasts were exceedingly rare, and most lived deep within the icefield.
As Li Yan descended, ice pillars of all sizes flanked him, some hanging vertically beneath cliff faces, others thrusting straight up from the depths underground.
They were crystal clear, reflecting image after image of Li Yan in every direction as he fell.
Because the pillars varied in size and were irregularly shaped, those reflections of Li Yan took on all manner of forms.
Some could even be called disjointed and fragmented. Countless Li Yans, large and small, appeared here, their bodies either whole or incomplete.
Looking at them for too long could easily make someone lose their bearings, bringing on wave after wave of dizziness.
Li Yan gazed at the various images of himself amid the surrounding crystalline expanse, his face expressionless as he searched everything nearby and in the distance.
Though ice crystals filled this place, the light grew ever darker and more deeply blue, and the reflected figures became increasingly blurred and illusory.
Li Yan had experienced scenes like this many times of late.
As he sank, he continued releasing Snow Mosquitoes at regular intervals, then casually laid down restrictions to conceal them.
Even though the red arcs of lightning were growing fewer and fewer, Li Yan still carefully followed his established plan, without the slightest carelessness.
He knew he was not invincible. Aside from his own efforts, he had survived this long through constant caution along the way.
Li Yan suddenly flicked a finger, sending a wisp of force shooting from his fingertip.
Whoosh!
With a soft sound, a long tongue