Chapter 515 — The Evolution of Fang Chen and Fang Qiufeng's Golden Fingers
Cold.
A cold so pure and absolute that it seemed to pierce the soul.
That was the first sensation every cultivator felt upon entering the Ice–Fire Secret Realm.
Even in all the vastness of the Tianyuan Realm, there was no place colder than this.
All around them stretched an endless expanse of white.
The sky hung low, heavy with snow, and flakes the size of goose feathers drifted ceaselessly from the heavens, whispering as they fell.
The air itself froze sound into stillness.
For saints, whose bodies could endure the flames of magma and the edge of the void, this chill should have been nothing.
Yet even they felt its bite sink into the marrow.
This was no ordinary frost—it carried within it a mysterious, ancient essence that suppressed vitality and will alike.
Whispers spread quickly among the newly arrived cultivators:
