A great distance behind Yang Lingrui, Zi He, Xue Qingluan, Hong Yao, Wen Zishu, and two other Perfected Cultivators could be seen.
They had all arrived at the lake of fortune after Yang Lingrui, forming the second batch of cultivators, and had only recently stepped onto the frozen lake.
Yet compared to Yang Lingrui, they moved across the ice with extreme caution, treading lightly and not daring to walk too quickly.
Before they had gone very far, the three Perfected Cultivators, Wen Zishu among them, gradually came to a stop.
Looking at the cracks appearing in the ice beneath his feet, then at Hong Yao, who continued onward, Wen Zishu shook his head helplessly.
"Alas... in this regard, I truly cannot compare to you."
He had only gone a short distance from the shore, and the opposite bank was still far away.
Yet the weight of his body had already nearly reached the limit of what the ice could bear.
By his estimate, after another three to five steps, he would fall into the lake.
Hong Yao, on the other hand, still walked steadily, with no signs that the ice beneath him was about to shatter.
That showed that Hong Yao far surpassed him in terms of fortune.
"I've only taken a few steps. Am I really going to stop here?"
The other Perfected Cultivator facing the same predicament looked at the cracks beneath his feet, still unwilling to accept it.
He cautiously took a step forward. After that step, the cracks did not spread further, so he took a second step, then a third...
"Hm? It seems... I can keep going!"
Gradually, he felt as though his body was not quite so heavy anymore, as if he could continue onward.
But when he took his seventh step, the ice